I had to know. Was I a slut? Am I a slut. To be used by men for their enjoyment. I had to laugh, for I suddenly realized that this latter part was my ...arriage: Being used by hubby. The selfish bastard.KMart was coming back into view. Driving more carefully, more attentively, I switched lanes. The centre. The right. The turn lane.Fear gripped me.A quick glance over my left shoulder, a mighty jerk on the steering wheel, and I was propelling the car recklessly back into the line of traffic. I. I sat on the sofa , cam in front of me , still dressed in my work suit. Sandra sat behind the cam , glass of wine in hand ,giggling and directing . I seemed to get some interest after a while , 30 to 40 watchers , some girls , although we knew most of them would be fake . Jacket off ,I removed my tie , getting ordered to quickly strip , I teased and chatted to what I thought were real girls ,asking them what they were doing and wearing , I could feel my cock getting hard, and noticed sandra. "Please, Mr. Cummings, if you will have a seat? I will have my brother Thomas come get you, to see what it is you need done." Thank you Miss ... ah?" Oh, I'm Amy Madigan. Our family owns this business."She went back to the desk and sat down. She used the phone and then a very large gentleman came out to great me.Thomas Madigan was at least 6'-4" tall, and about 245. He had a very thick chest and very muscular arms. Thomas also had a nice dark tan, which I expected to see if he worked outside. He moved forward and I could feel his cockhead bang into my face side…His hand touched my chin.I looked up and for some reason my mouth just fell open.He slipped the swollen head of his black dick inside.I felt Superman’s thick cock exploring deeper into my mouth.I started choking.At this point, I got a bit scared. I wanted to stop, but couldn’t.I started to taste a thick salty liquid. It was Superman’s pre cum.He started to moan; he grabbed the back of my head with both hands and then I felt.