I just stood there waiting as he put off our business until he got the word that it was safe. I almost told him I’d probably better come back anothe... time. The clock still ticked, I wanted to be out of here, still had to walk back to my car, find my way back to the highway…the bulge in his loose cotton pants beckoned me, an incentive to stay calm and be patient.The liberating message arrived. He visibly relaxed. I was glad he was at least as nervous as me. Good thing he didn’t need any. I pulled the door open to be confronted by a butch looking dyke, 'In your fucking dreams', I slurred slightly, there was only her, but I smiled inwardly, I love the thought of my cunt being desired for sexual purposes, I made my way back to Peter.'Feeling better', he asked as I sat down, 'Not really', I replied, filling my glass, 'I was propositioned by a dyke', and Peters eyes widened, 'You are a very beautiful and desirable woman Mariel', his voice was thick, and I put my glass down.'When did. And what the fuck are you waiting for? Stick that cock inside my asshole and fuck me harder. If anyone of you touched me then see what I’ll do to your doggy dicks.Tushar pushed his cock inside my asshole and after a few jerks, I was taking two dicks in my cunning holes. I was bouncing on Sachin’s cock while Tushar was moving his cock inside my asshole just as I moved.Watching my big boobs touching Sachin’s face, my husband’s friend Tushar grabbed my ass cheeks to take a better grip. I pulled. How could I not crush him?Now there are bad boys and there are bad boys. Some smoked in the boy'sroom at school. Others were always picking fights at school or on thestreets. And others still were extorting lunch money from the weak suchas me. At least this insured I could possibly cross their block to gethome; such as it was. But my crush was not like that. He was a predatorwho preyed on other predators.My guy was the kind of guy that combed his hair straight back after hismorning shower.