"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't mean to!" He removed his foot and almost simaltaneously kicked me hard in the gut. "Owwwwww! Stop mister please!" "Oh did tha... hurt? I'm sorry!"He laughed that sadistic laugh again and kicked me again, harder this time. It felt like my ribs were breaking. "I'm so sorry if that hurt!" "Yeah? So am I."The man whipped around, but before he could say a single thing was met with a fist colliding with his jaw. The last thing I saw before I passed out from the pain was him. Eventually, my two hands made their way towards each other. My right hand moving down his chest, over his stomach, lower and lower. My left hand deeply massaging above his knee, up along his thigh, around his inner thigh. Both hands met around the shaft of his cock. I grabbed it greedily, opened my mouth, and let one more stream of hot saliva fall from my tongue to the shiny head of his cock. I then wasted no time and took the cock as far into my mouth as was possible, holding it in the back of. She felt exhilarated about the idea, more so the implications of it: If Toby would have another man in bed, surely he wouldn’t protest against another woman. No more was spoken that night of the subject, but Hannah had her ideas straight. This was something to follow up on.A few months passed and the thought and prospects of what Toby spoke of while banging her from behind was not only maturing. It was making her wet. Hannah had pangs and flashback-like experiences with the whole idea. It. However, on the way home I let her pick out five sets of very sexy clothing to wear at work.That night I did not hear her lock her bedroom door or shove a chair under the knob. Maybe she was starting to trust me.The next morning at breakfast she could not stop talking about how good that woman’s pussy had tasted in the bathroom. I could not help but stare at her. All she was wearing was a tiny little skirt and the bikini top that I had first seen her in. I was pretty sure that she wasn’t.