The more I get fucked the more I love being fucked. I live for this and this is why I am always trying to beat a previous records. I like to go in to ...very fucking session with a plan to be fucked more times than the time before. I live for this. I want cock in my ass, I crave cock in my ass, I am addicted to cock in my ass. And this is why I love my girls so much. When I don’t have a fucking session going on, I have a favorite dildo up my ass. Right now as I type, my pussy is filled by. On the Monday morning my life took a frightening turn. Two police officers came to my office and asked me to accompany them to the police station. I asked them if it was about Dave and had they found him. They said no they hadn’t found him and yes it was about my husband’s disappearance. At the police station Paul came over and suggested that it might be a good idea for me to get a solicitor. I found this strange but did as he advised. Once my solicitor had arrived, we were taken into an. I had it memorized. I closed my eyes, turning away, heading for the door. ‘Kate, please. Let me explain…’ ‘Explain what?’ Did I sound bitter? Probably, but I was proud that my voice stayed steady, not sign of how shaky I felt. His voice was strong and clear, no sign of indecision. ‘You know as much as me that this was a mistake, we never should have even started this.’ I snorted, not the most lady like thing to do but I couldn’t help it as the rip inside was filled up with anger. ‘The only. Soon, I forgot all about the bruiseson my body as I was in ecstasy; she was fucking me good, she knew her business. I saw how she was holding back; she could have come at least 5 times untilthen but she wouldn't. I was getting close, too; my muscles began to hardenas I felt blood rushing thru my stomach down to my groin, "I am close…veryclose" I said, "Yes…really?" she asked to be sure, "Yes mistress…ooohhh…soclose"; I was ready to shoot my load and, in all that ecstasy I closed my eyes;I felt.