After a couple of drinks we both were in a lighter mood. We started talking about partners and personal life. It was already 11:30 PM and we were stil... at the bar. It was time to go home. So I asked her, “What’s the plan now? Your husband might be waiting for you,” and winked.She said, “Not really, he is out of town for an office visit and will return after a month.” I replied then you have a good lonely night and laughed out. She said she is used to it as her husband is on travel every now and. " Well, he can be a bit over the top when he's interested in someone," admitted Carly who really didn't want to say anything bad about her friend but remembered his actions when he first met Shelby Marx. "I know that myself." That's true but there's nothing to worry about," responded Ashley. "He's not my type. Not in the slightest." What is your type?" asked the now curious web show hostess."My type?" Ashley closed the distance until she was almost touching Carly. Something in the older girl's. ’ You draw your right hand far back behind your head then bring it down, accelerating to full speed, with all your power behind it at the end of the long arc. SMACK! ‘Itai!’ I cry, moaning and snuffling back tears. Your palm is stinging from the shock, so you know my poor little battered oshiri must be warming up with pain. Fascinated you watch for the echo of your palm on my assaulted ass cheek. Will it redden into the shape of your masterful hand? You lean forward for a closer inspection of. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. As I bounced against the huge plastic cock. I had stopped counting. Sometimes I eased all the way off, whether it was twenty or not, just to feel it thrust all the way inside me again.I registered a coldness on my thighs. A sticky feeling. Oh. Drips from my cage, cold long lines of my juice.I had lost track of time. My whole world was this huge cock, and my now-not-so-tight hole."Get off, whore," I heard in a haze."You are enjoying this too much."I felt so empty, as I was.