She moaned. ?You?re so wet already, you whore. Were you excited while you were waiting for me? Did anybody see you?? ?No, Sir.... At least I don?t think they did.? She tried to keep her bearing as he roughly finger fucked her cunt. ?Hmm. Imagine if they did. Imagine what they thought of you, sitting here naked and waiting for a man you?ve never even met. What do you think they thought of you, slut? What do you think your parents would think if they could see. What had I done? But the worst was yet to come.As I grabbed Simon by the shoulder, he turned and slapped me hard across the face. The blow knocked me backward on my butt, leaving me a little dazed. I jumped up again to tear him away from my wife, but this time he punched me hard in the stomach, forcing the air out of my lungs.The man grunted and yelled that there was no way he was NOT going to fuck my wife now. He swore at both of us, calling her a "Fucking prick-teaser" and yelling at me,. This was about the happiest night of her life. She clung to Tyrone like a vine climbing a brick wall. When they played the kind of music where they were actually able to touch, she melted inside of Tyrone's muscular arms and marveled at the size of the long rod rubbing between her legs right on her overheated pussy mound. She was pretty familiar with the structure of cocks. Her summer at music camp led to her playing more cock than flute with her pretty little lips. She had performed with gusto. He didn’t want to worry you, so he wanted to hear them out before he said anything to you.”“Why would he be afraid I’d get worried?”“I didn’t get a chance to ask, but I assume it has to do with the three of us going separate ways. Except for your time in the Army we’ve been pretty inseparable for most of our lives.”“KK, we’ve all grown into adults with adult lives to live, and I’m OK with that. I can honestly say it’ll be easier for me to have Brain move on than for you.”Grinning, she replies,.