I then remembered that the buttplug in my asshole was still there and reached back to pull it out. It came out with a little bit of difficulty but I t...en realized why when I took a look at it. It was much bigger than I thought and had opened me up pretty good.I assumed the position of bottom slut; face down, chest touching the bed, ass up and legs slightly spread. H and I had done this before but this time A walked over to the end of the bed my head was at and H was nowhere to be seen. I could. So I'm like wait, I need a minute. And I go to the restroom to sit down and think. I come back and he's all naked sitting on the couch with his black cock in the air and I'm like, I'm not sure about this. It's all happening so fast. So he starts in with the begging and the whole "oh just let me stick it in and pull it out" business. And even in my trashed state, I'm like what kind of line is this? What's the difference between that and fucking? Lol. So I contemplate drunkenly and say go ahead.. "I'm sorry, Kenneth," she mouthed. Kenneth stared at her, stunned, delirious. "Would you care for a game of solitaire, Kenneth Arnold?" said the voice."Yes." That's good. But first we want you to do something for us, Kenneth." What's that?"Kathleen took the phone away from him. She ran a finger down the side of his cheek."Forget."***The man in the black suit read the newspaper. Kathleen sat on the other side of the booth, waiting. The man in the black suit had not even looked at her. Only once. “It’s OK, I’ll stop if you want me to.” She saidbetween kisses. By now the booze had taken full effecton me and her constant gentle kisses and lovingmassaging coupled with the booze a simple moan was allI could mutter. This seemed to please her because shelaid down on top of me and planted a kiss right on mymouth, her tongue invaded my mouth and attacked mytongue, like a snake her tongue tangled with mine andto my surprise I was kissing her back…..passionately.Her.