God, Jackson is a good dancer.” She didn’t want to, but she fibbed, “Guys just do‘t know how to dance anymore. Thank God for Jackson, I got ...xercise from a man that knows how to dance. Maybe next Friday I might meet the man of my dreams.” She didn‘t mention that she already met the man of many wet dreams to come. A man whose wife wanted her to fuck him...no demanded she fuck him. She bade her daughters a good night and slowly made her way to her bedroom for a nice long shower and then. Jack was now stuck sitting on the ground leaning back with his face looking up through the toilet seat. The trucker then squatted over him and stuffed his thick, dirty cock back into Jacks mouth. ‘That’s it you fucking cum-slut! Clean that mess off my cock! Yes! You like that don’t ya!’ Jack choked and gagged on the filthy monster cock that had just been deep in his own ass. The trucker fucked down into Jacks mouth, forcing his hard cock down his throat, as Jack spluttered all over the. It was a flogger, which I would have noticed, had I not been distracted by his hot body. Damn, he hits hard, I thought. Wouldn't you know it, I gushed more from my cunt. My ass was now on fire, and I wondered for a second what I had done wrong."Yes, WHAT?" Harry demanded."Yes, Sir," I quickly amended.I knew now what they were going to do: anything they damn well felt like doing. Oh, good, I thought. I hoped that they would both fuck me at the same time. I suspected that they would. The only. But then, I started to find that Rita had schooled me too well in being awoman. In fact so well I was starting to think that I was a womantrapped in a man's body. Only I found when I arrived at the studio thata group of young Muslim men would make advances towards me.It started fairly innocently. "Hey Bea! Want to be my girlfriend?"Then it got more gross. "You got any Muslim in you?" No," I responded."Would you like some?"I blushed and hurried up to the studio.I felt humiliated and.