There is something so intense about anal sex when it is done right. It is one of the times I feel the most submissive..being taken this way.I am so s...ent at this point. We lay together on the bed him spooning me again from behind. He kisses my ear and gently fondles my nipples in his fingers as I recover. He tries to rub my clit again and I close my legs being over sensitive now and not being able to take it. I like this time together alot...being able to slowly touch him and run my hands. Really, though, is that enough for tonight?”“I think I’d be too sore after that orgasm to do anything.”“Right. A quick wash and I’ll get out of your hair.”After he washed off at the sink, I did the same. Both of us were soft and satisfied; John’s cock was an acorn and mine was little more. We kissed and he said, “Sleep well.”I returned to my bed and looked down at the streaks of drying cum on the bedspread. Suddenly I sensed somehow that I was not alone in the room. I looked around and noticed. I wore a tight fitting white dress, with stockings, heels, bodice, the whole whore set up. I trembled as I dressed, and was as wet as a swamp within minutes of feeling the tightness of the corset, the smoothness of the stockings, the grip of my impossible heels, and the g -string pressing into my anus. I grabbed my phone, drove into the city, and walked into the bar….scattered around were two or three men…I took my place at a table, and commenced… At 6.00 the first man walked to my table. He. ’‘It’s fortunate he wasn’t available. I hate to share you, Fay.’‘Yes, but it’s not just that.’‘Oh, what else?’‘When he used to visit and stay, he’d stare at me in a strange way. Made me uncomfortable at first.’ You pause as a loud starburst explodes nearby. Red, orange and green light fills the dark room. ‘It was the same way you look at me.’‘Do I make you uncomfortable?’You giggle. ‘Oh no, the way you look at me makes me feel special. You make me so wet. It’s unbelievably yummy.’ You stretch.