She walked gingerly to the bathroom, probably as a result of my attentions in the early hours of the morning. Throwing a bathrobe on, I went down to t...e kitchen, thinking of paying Lynette a visit.Brett was already up and about; when he saw me, he poured me a mug of coffee. The clock on the wall read 11:00.“What’s the plan for today?” I asked.“Yesterday we concentrated on her back,” he said, “today; we will devote our attentions mostly to her breasts.”“I’ll go check on her,” I suggested.“Don’t. ‘More than I’d expected, yes,’ answered Ann, hoping the desperation in her voice wasn’t as obvious to him as it was to her trembling body. Jesus, she thought self-recriminatingly, what am I trying to do? Just because he asked me out for a drink the other night, I’ve been having these fantasies of starting an affair with him. He’s married, I’m married … it’s ridiculous, now just cut it out, Ann Dexter, before you get yourself in trouble! ‘For starters we have to finish those interviews —. I just lay there hurting, crying, and begging. please dont do that again, please! but the next guy just climbed up and started rubbing my bloody pussy with his dick. When he finally thrust in it felt like fire iniside me. He was easily 2 inches longer than the first guy, and another inch around. As he started moving faster and faster I couldnt help but cry out softly in pain. But as he was cumming he pulled out and spayed his load all over my stomach. The third guy was smaller than both, so. Well beyond any fears, I pushed back into him and enjoyed the fuck. The guy in my ass came fast and pulled out, possibly dumping in me, possibly not, I'll never know... I paused and realized that although someone else might be back behind me, nobody was stepping up to fuck me. I went back to my knees and looked up at the guy I was blowing and went to work like a hungry whore. I twisted my head and sucked like a pro. I looked up and saw his eyes project the pleasure I was delivering through is.