My hairy asshole pointing at Rachel as I leaned on the bar, my elbows supporting my weight. I felt her fingers smearing a lubricant around my rim. I...flinched as two fingers pushed the lube inside me. Rachel's hand slapped my asscheek as she laughed at my reaction. "Oh baby, I can see you are needing my cock inside you" Before I could say no, the head of the rubber cock pressed against my rim. She pushed forward and the cock opened my asshole to take more. I cried out as her cock pushed. "Open your eyes and look straight ahead at me."I opened my eyes slowly as the glue from the lashes had stuck at the lids a little bit, making them hard to open."Well slut, I've done it. I can't believe what I have done, so you certainly won't."I knew what she had done, but without having seen myself ..."All the nagging that you have done. Always wanting more than the time before. Remember when you would be satisfied with just me putting lipstick on you? I could handle that, 'but then it was tie. “I see you are still angry!” I chuckled. “Have you been that way for the last three weeks?” “It comes and goes,” she responded. I asked, “What is in your hand?”She responded instantly the same. “What’s in your hand?”All I had in my hand was my towel, hoping to keep it from falling.She said,”Mine is my divorce decree!”I replied, “Mine is just my towel.”With a cheeky little grin, she said,”Wanna trade?”In a flash I tossed her my towel and she tossed me her decree. It was legitimate. Her decree. Ann brought Yvonne over to 3i after the lab. This time she was wearing a dress. The dress was basically a sheath, burgundy in color, that had a wide but high scoop neck and ended just below the knee. The fabric was not silk or satin but was thin and did have a definite sheen. Her bra straps kept sneaking into view however. She was forever tucking them back under the dress straps. The portion of her legs that were visible were beautiful. She smiled broadly when she saw that I was there. I bowed.