My sobbing must have been louder than I thought because the next thing I was aware of was someone touching my face, brushing my tear-stained hair back...from my eyes. I opened my eyes to see Neil kneeling by my collapsed body, a worried look on his face as our eyes locked together.“Honey, how long have you been there?”“Long enough. I heard.”“I’m so sorry, darling. I didn’t want you to hear it like that. I was going to tell you properly when we next talked.”A long silence, as Neil waited for me to. Tully loved the uncomplicated existence that his job afforded him. He had very little and he was very content with that.Sexually speaking; he did apparently ‘score’ from time to time in the toilets, and then with a snigger, he proudly added that his cock proved to be an excellent lure. He naturally had to be very careful and only made plans for hook-ups at after nine in the evenings, when the doors of the toilets were locked and he could control the situation. Most of the guys he had scenes. "I don't know," she replied strongly, "I really don't want a film out there of me having sex with a stranger." Oh it won't be out there." John replied. "It's not for me, it's for you." For me?" Amy replied. "Why me?" So that long after this night is over and you let your mind drift back back upon it, you'll have something to watch with your husband. You know he's going to want to know exactly what happened." John answered, pressing the start button. John moved closer, confident that Amy would. Not even a minute after pulling my dirty cock from her dripping gaped asshole, I zipped up and walked to the office. Leaving her at the counter with her panties all fucked up and cum dribbling from her asshole, a customer walked up to pay for his order. I just sat and watched her do business as usual as my cum dripped down her legs. Such a naughty whore she was. Needless to say, I fucked that sluts asshole nightly, some times more than once a night. She was my anal whore. Funny part was, she.