“Go on,” I breathed, reaching up to stroke her hair gently. She turned to look at my face, seeking reassurance. I gave her a soft, loving smile. H...r eyes dropped, but she began to speak again, in a low, almost incoherent voice.“Do you want to hear about the times I lay on my back so he could feel between my legs?” she whispered, questioningly. As she spoke, she winced, slightly, as if at the shame she would feel, having to tell her husband about her secret guilty actions, when she couldn’t stop. Pretty soon she was writhing and moaning, she had her arms around some guys neck and was kissing him whilst the others were bringing her to a climax.As her climax subsided, she just sort of hung there on the guys neck, exhausted. Someone lay a briefcase flat on the floor and lifted her by the hips so that she was standing on it. She is quite small and this brought her hips up to a height that made it easier for her to be fucked. With a hand on each of her hips, the guy pulled her back onto his. ” I wouldn’t know, as I hadn’t really had the spare time to watch TV. “It’s its own little thing, but it pays the bills.”“A little more than ‘paying the bills’,” I gestured around. “True that.” Jayce commented. “Wanna burger or two? Down for ribs?”“Hell yeah bro!” I was a little apprehensive, due to the fact that I thought Jayce could read my mind. “Just about to ask too.”“Why don’t you go hang out with some ladies while you wait? Or you can hit the tables, get yourself a buck or two.” Now. ..." He paused. "He likes what I believe they term 'grudge fucking'." I was puzzled. "What's that?" I said. "Rough sex." Mr. Newark said. "Very rough sex." I didn't know what to make of that, really. I took the man, Donald's, number, and sat pondering this 'grudge fucking'. I turned to my laptop and googled it. There wasn't much information on this phenomenon, but there were a few porn clips. I downloaded them and watched.The first one was just a few minutes long and involved a young girl, who.