There really isn't any other way to put it. And the really strange part, the really, really strange part, is that I come from a straight-laced New Eng...and family and Otis is barely educated and was just a worker in one of my husband's warehouses.This is a strange tale, one that I find hard to believe even though I am living it. I first met Otis when he was working at our family's window manufacturing plant. He was a forklift operator and I'd just come by to pick my husband up to take him to the. If something is causing you pain, or might even be life-threatening, but might reveal you have sex -- even kinky sex -- don’t worry about it. Especially in large cities, ER staff have seen it all. Nevertheless, they do remember the especially creative things, which often involve the use of things in ways for which they were not designed, in body orifices not intended for metal, glass, and plastic.About 2AM one night, I was awakened by a call from a good friend, my first wife’s second. She stood in front of his desk in the back room of a dingy pool hall. There were three other women, Jean and two other whores or "hos" as they were referred to in this part of town. Angilee did not know the other two, nor did she know the four other men who stood around the room, obviously confidants and bodyguards for the pimp, tacky in a gray sharkskin suit, pink shirt and neon purple tie."Then show me the merchandise!" he grinned, his gold tooth glittering in the naked light of a single. Becky was breathing hard and Tori hadn't even really started yet. I could see Becky's labia were swollen and pink and slick with wetness.After gently licking Becky's pussy lips up and down, Tori got to her clit and teased her. Becky's breathing was fast now, like she might hyperventilate. She was still staring down at Tori, consumed by what she was seeing.Becky started panting, "Please, please do it." Tori had Becky begging for more. I'm sure Tori was an expert pussy licker. Finally, Tori.