Troya left and when she walked back into the bedroom Lisa heard a strange SWISH!!! sound.I wonder what ........................ SWISH!!! And her ass e...ploded as if on fire. The huge orgasm was replaced by searing agony.Pain rushed through her nervous system from her toes to the top of here head and she screamed in a mixture of tears, fear and rage.Who owns you slut, asked Troya softly?FUCK YOU! Lisa spat back.SWISH!!! And her ass exploded again. Two pink lines appearing across her butt.Lisa. BTW, my name is Ken, I said, "Sam, nice to meet you Ken." Damn! I'd hoped his/her name was something more masculine or feminine so I could put the question to rest, Sam could be just Sam or it could be short for Samantha, oh well, the conversation over coffee would probably make it more obvious.He/she had finished and driven over to the Starbucks. I finished pumping my gas and also headed over there. Sam was already sitting down with a cup of something and I went and got myself a latte and. “Not sure why he would have to cheat. Christ, we had sex almost 5 times a week. The only thing I wouldn’t do was anal. No way, no how. That’s an exit only hole in my book.” she said, then laughed.That made me laugh too. I couldn’t believe she was being this open with me. She thought it was also her weight. But I told her she looked great and she was pretty. It wasn’t like she was obese. She did have thick thighs, and a little belly. I would say she weighed like 150 pounds, but they were solid. She claimed she had forsworn men, and then there she was, pressing up against them at the craps table, blowing on their dices, practically fondling their cocks while I watched, growing steamier and steamier.I should have said something earlier, before she got too drunk. But I wasn't good at the whole confrontation thing. I just...lacked the confidence. It was probably the real reason Alison could just walk over me.Finally, after a few hours of watching her grind between two guys as they.