I missed her. I never felt “miss her” about anybody before, yet suddenly I was tempted to fly to Detroit right now. But I knew that would do nothi...g to get us back together long term. Plus, I had too many irons in the fire. As a compromise I pulled over and called Gracie at Marta’s house.It did not start as a joyful conversation. She was glad to hear from me, but she was still mourning her mother’s death from Marzz and his Tuccos right after she left. Her Mother had not treated her well, but. When Mandy entered the restaurant, she spotted Dominick across the room. When the maitre’d walked up to her and asked if she needed a table she told him no, she was meeting someone, and he was there already.She pointed out Dominick’s table to the maitre’d. He escorted her over to it, pulled out the chair for her, and she sat down. He then informed them that their waiter would be with them shortly. Mandy glanced over at Dominick and it looked like his mind was a million miles away. She leaned. "Jane's eyes flashed. "So you're saying that it's fine for you to fuck my best friend on my couch because that's just sex, but when I fuck a guy for a film it's - what, I'm betraying you?" Yes," I said stubbornly, trying to hide the aching pain that was blossoming in my stomach. "You're behaving like a slut."Her mouth fell open, dumbstruck - and then, she slapped me across the face. Hard. "I am not a slut," she hissed at me, tears filling her eyes. "Sluts don't get paid. I'm a fucking. Just tell me what you want and I'll help you get it, so come on and fuck me lover!" She cried. I pushed into her wet ass lubed by all her cunt juice that she had produced while lying back and jilling off and found that I loved assfucking. I stroked into her tight ass slowly and when I bottomed out we just froze, holding ourselves against each other skin to skin, heartbeats mingling and as intimate as possible with my large cock buried deep into her asshole. We remained still for several.