"Wow, you're really here. I mean, you showed up like you said." Of course," Gina said. "Why wouldn't I?" Well ... just ... just that girls don't go te...ling you they'll come over for sex, you know. And really mean it, that is." I meant it, Brad," Gina said. "Why wouldn't I?"Brad thought Gina's voice sounded odd, almost hollow, when she said that phrase again. "I was kinda hoping you'd come over in something a little sexier than that coat, unless you--"Gina opened her coat, her breath passing her. I was seating the the tv was still on and I was thinking about what I just did then I seen another cock coming throw the holes it was another black cock I could tell it was a different one. I couldn't believe it but at the same time was like what the hell. So I got to my knees again and started sucking this one. I could her the guy starting to moan a little but I keep sucking him faster and harder then I heard a voice behind me say don't forget about this cock bitch. I too his cock out of my. Not just drinking, but well on her way to drunkenness, with four martinis behind her. She felt terrible, reeking with guilt, wondering how she was going to confess the whole sordid affair to her husband when he came home.Because the only solution the sexy housewife had come to was to admit everything to Mark. And then beg him to do the same bizarre things to her, so that she could get sexually aroused. Because it was the only way she could have an orgasm, she realized. To be bound and whipped. On her left ankle was a very thin gold chain. Her long, raven-black hair flowed past her shoulders and down the middle of her back. Her fingernails, toenails, and luscious lips were all the perfect shade of red to match her dress and shoes. Her green eyes shone like two small emeralds. Her body moved with a cat-like elegance as she walked across the bar's natural gray and white marble floor. She made her way to a table just a few feet from the grand piano where Raol was playing and asked the.