I’m sure it hurt, but she wasn’t about to give up the most exciting thing to ever happen to her because of a little pain. Her face was buried in a...pillow to stifle her cries and whimpers. I grabbed a hold of her hair and pulled her head up, taking the panties out of her mouth. “You like getting fucked like a whore?” I said.“Yes! I’m a whore!”“Do you like this cock up your ass, fucking your brains out?” I said.She bucked and wiggled on it, pushing it into her more. “Yes, I love it!”I slapped her. I noticed her curly blond hair that reached past her shoulders. She didnt spend a lot of time outside, so she had very fair skin. I began to feel a little sorry for what I was doing, but then again, according to Jenny, she had wanted this and had practiced after she found one of moms dildos. I couldnt even imagine it. After about 25 minutes, I heard bike tires scratch the gravel driveway outside. Curt was here. He walked in the back door, like he typically did. I walked with him to the front. As I was pulling up to my house, I was a bit shocked to see the driveway filled with cars; maybe Becky was having some friends over or something.I opened the door and was starting to say, “Surprise, Becky, I’m home” when the smell hit me; Reefer, Pot, Mary Jane, call it what you will but nothing smells like burning cannabis does. I stumbled a bit further into the entryway and looked into my living room. God what a sight! Becky was standing there with her back to me, wearing nothing but a black. Despite being just an attractive woman, not a sex pot, the attorney came on to her right away. Jim was not surprised. He knew the man was married but he had expected it. Hell, Jim would have come onto her also. That's what women were for. Jim had counted on it in fact. When the attorney asked Jim out, he accepted and they set a date for the next evening. Jim knew he was going to have to do something he really hated, but he had to use the female version of himself to prevent hormones causing.