So how ironic is it that he turned me into a whore?My husband is a regional sales manager for a large electronics company here in Denver. One of his d...ties is to act as host of the cocktail parties that take place at conventions, sales seminars, etc. I usually attend these events with him and we always take a room at the hotel where the event is held. In this day and age of DUI's it just doesn't pay to take a chance on getting stopped driving home with the smell of alcohol on your breath. I. Inside we found two queen sized beds and I noticed that Matt seemed to relax a little. Well, I'll admit I did also. I hadn't had nerve enough to ask for separate beds. I supposed I could have managed with only one but this would certainly be easier.After we had placed our cases on the bed Matt said, "Want to go out and look at Rushmore tonight? We should still have plenty of time." Sure. We can probably even just get something to eat out there." We made our way back to the car and piled in once. "Hell no, she gags when she gets half of it in her mouth. I'll bet Kevin loves that!" Kevin doesn't like oral sex. He lets me suck him every so often, but he won't come in my mouth. He doesn't eat my pussy either," Wendy said."Well I do! I'll eat you until you scream," Brad said."Not until I taste your cum." Wendy returned her mouth to his cock. She started to bob her head slowly, taking more each time she lowered her head. Wendy held his balls in her hand while she took him deep in her throat.. My buttocks stung while he slapped me. I wasn’t sure I liked that. Peter seemed to enjoy giving me a punishment. “Ellen, you’ll suck my cock now. Do it good, whore!” I got on my knees and wrapped my lips around his cock. I brought his cock down my throat. I made all kinds of sucking noises which only excited him further. He played with my nipples and pulled and twisted at them. He continued to have a very strange look on his face. He looked at me like I was a very dirty girl. I wasn’t sure I.