." my head reels, and my mouth stutters."Are you my little whore?" he asks me steadily."Yes" I utter nervously."You like being my whore, don't you?" h... inquires."Yes" I whisper, quite honestly."So you'll take what I give you then, won't you?" I'll try" I answer."You will baby... you will."He knows that it bothers me that I can't deep throat, even though he says it doesn't matter to him. We talked about it long before this night, and I had even suggested getting some spray to desensitize my. I felt the cum sliding down my legs and laughed. Another reason for the long skirt. I realised I was being followed so as a I entered the cubicle I bent over the seat letting my skirt fall open exposing my dripping ass and felt hands on my hips as another cock entered my anal passage. I didn’t know if it was one of the guys from the table but it didn’t matter. He fucked my ass hard and came quickly. He left before I could see who it was so I used the bathroom and returned to my waiting. "Last night when you left..." I was surprised, did she honestly think that she was going to make this about my reaction? Dragging last night into the discussion was a clear 'no-win' for her, no good would come out of that. Last night she had shrugged off my heartfelt concerns about our marriage as unnecessary. Her long hours, missed calls, and the drop off in our sex life were all dismissed as childish on my part. Then she had teased me about the amount of time she was spending with "the dreamy. Guys who like big boobs wouldn't like her -- she barely had any boobs at all. We flirted a lot in the store when there were no customers to serve, and when we thought we could get away with it we'd pat each other on the butt when the other was with a customer. But Becky had a boyfriend she lived with, Keith, so I never tried to ask her out. I could tell she was really sad to see me quit. I got to the pizza parlor and found the gang. There was an open seat waiting for me, and surprise, it was.