His arm tightened against her to hold her in place as her body bucked with pleasure. "Oh! Oh fuck fuck God. OH YES!" She exclaimed as a series of thre... orgasms exploded through her. As he withdrew from her pussy, his fingers left wet streaks of her juices up her belly. His hold on her loosened, she turned and fell backward onto the couch. "You might want to try that one sometime," he said to me with a hint of condescension.He reached down and pulled her panties down her legs, fully revealing. Like Paul, of adultery, cuckoldry, domesticviolence, spousal abuse, voyeurism, rape, or any of a dozen other sexualoffenses.After inspecting the columns into which Paul had made his entries,Malcolm handed him the key. "Have a good day." Oh, I intend to," Paul assured him.Chad--or "Sissy," as Paul now called his ex-spouse--was likely to have abusy day, Malcolm thought, as he imagined half a dozen things Paul mighthave in store for his ex-husband. The thought made Malcolm's own cockstiffen.* *. I don’t know the etiquette. Is that OK?’ She asked. ‘Personally I go on the high end. Sergio when above and beyond for me.’ ‘I see. My guy didn’t really do anything special.’ ‘Please get me two more envelopes.’ I asked. I counted out a thousand in fifties and hundreds for Sergio and put two hundred in each of the other two. ‘Go back to your room and get your money if you can. Give or leave this for your guy. If you know his name please write it on the outside. Then go to Ronnie’s room and give. So that was the scene, the four fucking on the floor and me standing above them my hands onceagain deep in my pussy, sobbing with shame. Can this slut sink any lower I thought.. My four tormentors finished their lovemaking with noisy climaxes and lay onthe floor exhausted and were kissing and petting each other. I still stood withlegs wide apart, my tired hands still in my aching pussy, I was covered withtobacco ash, motor oil, orange and tomato juice,mylegs were sticky with my own cum, I was.