It was the tribal song of a woman lost in the place where one is closest to climaxing but is waiting for a trigger event that will show the path to sa...vation and free her from the hands of the torturous devilish daemons of pre-orgasm. Bonnie didn’t miss a bit. She used her free right hand and returned the favor to her still unnamed breast massager. She started by touching the young tit that was the farthest away from her; caressing and contouring the wood like erect nipples, providing them. “You enjoyed that didn’t you” said Stacey. I just smiled as I carried on rubbing and fingering my ass-hole until my body calmed down; I then resumed my conversation with her. “I don’t know what to do for the best; I can’t live like this forever, but what will my life be like working in a brothel”? Stacey brushed my hair to the side. “The choice is yours; at least in the brothel you can earn some money.” “You are right Stacey; if I do it for a year or two maybe I could finally move out of here. Anita stood up and she kissed my cheek. I asked her if she had enjoyed a good time and she nodded a yes.She added that she had brought me a surprise. I rubbed her tight crotch and asked if my surprise was there. But Ana slapped my fingers away and said some of it was there; but she had another gift in her purse…Then I knew for sure that my unfaithful slutty wife had made a video showing what she had done the night before…I put the disc on the TV and Ana begged me to wait for her; we would watch. The force and intensity was so fast she was unaware of anything else around her. Just her face being fucked, used by this stranger. She was nothing, a hole to be used over and over and over. A hole, nothing more, an open, wet, receptacle for cum.Cum exploded out of his cock and directly down her throat, pouring down, making her gasp before she remembered to swallow. Three full thrusts and he had emptied his balls completely into her. He pulled her of his cock and pushed her slightly away from.