I buried my face into the warm, wet, folds of this lovely lady and kiss, licked and lapped my way into euphoria. My mind was in tune with her every mo...e, moan, and twitch. My mission was to bring her as much pleasure as I could, to have her orgasm on my tongue, face and chin for as many times as she could stand. After one small tremor, I moved from the lower pussy and hole, up toward her clit. She became more animated, twisting and bucking her hips into my face. I eased two fingers into her wet. A little revenge for making me think that maybe I wasn't good enough to keep him happy.I got online and started looking for a man to play with. I tried multiple sites, some fetish oriented, some a little more vanilla and do you know what I found out? Most men really suck at flirting. Either they start off by saying something crude, or by sending a cock picture. I must have looked for a week and not one single (or married) guy talked to me like I was a human being.That is why, my first time with. ”Chapter 3I woke up at six-twenty the next morning and the house was quiet. I showered and shaved my legs before pulling on a terrycloth robe before sitting down at my laptop to put in some work. It was nearly eleven and I was starting to get seriously hungry when I heard Ben in his shower so I threw on some clothes and decided to go down and cook us some breakfast.Ben showed up wearing a tight shirt and tiny shorts that made the most of his excellent physique. While we ate, we had a frank talk. I was just wearing some panties and abra. I stood in the middle of the crowded room, shivering.Everyone was pointing at me. There was the spotty boy who had servedme. The two policemen who had stopped me and Sheila leering at me, witha huge syringe in her hand. The bikers were there, holding hands andmaking rude gesturers. Finally, there was Davis standing in front ofme. They were all chanting. 'Fake, Fake, FAKE.'Just then Davis, with an evil leer on his face, a dribble of salivacoming out of.