I saw his mouth moving, but never heard his words, and I guessed he was asking me to let him use me, as I just seemed to back up a little and let him ...ass me, taking the grubby pound notes he offered me.I was wet between the legs, lubricated and my hole was ready, as I pushed between him and toilet seat and pushed my pants and knickers down, to bare my ass and pussy and feel his erection do what the first one failed to do.I gasped, as he slid all the way inside me, I could feel his pubic hair. Several officers drew near, keeping their weapons trained on him, while one drew his handcuffs and locked them over Dustin’s wrists. The officer then stood Dustin up and read him his Miranda Rights, which the man acknowledged before being led to a police unit. Robert stopped the arresting officer, a burning question on his mind. Dustin turned to the chief and looked at him impassively.“Why?” Robert asked, anguished.“The little bitch had it coming,” Dustin stated with a smirk.Robert almost lost. Kiki had never had much of a taste for BDSM. She didn’t enjoy giving or receiving pain and dominant-submissive relationships just seemed like worse versions of monogamy to her. But, she’d seen enough of it from the sidelines to understand that there could be a sharp divide between the way people treated each other during sex and the way they behaved the rest of the time. The way Nick and Maria (and by extension Guy and Maria) acted, it seemed like they were likely to become friends.Conversation. “Ah, fuck my arse Dave, fuck my arse,” she gasped.Kevin smiled wryly. Putting on his best Dave Costello voice, he leant over and whispered in her ear.“He’s watching us right now, your husband. He’s watching me fuck his slut of a wife up the arse. And he’s got his prick in his hands, he’s wanking, he’s watching me come right up your tight arsehole, you slut.”“Come in me, Dave,” whimpered his wife, “Now. Let him see you come in me.”Kevin felt his climax approaching, his semen boiling up inside.