Jenny was standing, naked, in the center of the room. The rest of the people were becoming preoccupied with other things. Her husband was glaring at h...r. He seemed to think she was a common whore to do what she did. Jenny was helpless to correct his perception.Omar led Jenny to the front window of the whorehouse. It was about ten feet wide and built like a commercial display window. It had a high wooden bar stool on one side, and a five foot long love seat, or small couch in the center.Omar. Charlie pressed his lips into a thin line and raised his eyebrows. “Nope, not once.” “How come?” “Long story.” I leaned forward over the table, hands clasped over my coffee mug. “But you’ve been married for nearly as long as I’ve been alive! How can you have never had oral sex?” “It’s complicated.” “And you’ve never contemplated, you know, having an affair?” “Contemplated, yes, but I’ve never gone through with it.” I shook my head in disbelief. Charlie was on a stop-over in the UK before his. Dave called me constantly, asking me when I was coming back for another visit, telling me how sweet my tight ass was, and how I made him feel better than any other white slut, male or female, ever had. I held out for about a week.The second time I went to Dave's apartment, he answered the door in a robe, and asked me why it had taken so long for me to come back. "I liked it last time, but you hurt me. I need you to be more careful, Dave." I know you 'liked it' -- you loved my dick you little. He was by far the biggest cock I had ever had and he was stretching my tight pussy hole to the extreme. Ben started to hammer his rod into my sore pussy, but the pleasure over took the pain. After 6 or 7 more thrusts I was at the tip of another orgasm but this was much more intense making me gasp for breath. Ben pulled on my hair letting me know he wasn’t waiting around for me to overcome this orgasm and that he wanted to drill me some more. He turned me over so I was on all fours and totally.