I drummed my fingers on the table as I slowly turned my coffee cup with the other hand. My phone rang again and I looked at it. It was Barb. Who else ...ould it be?I answered the call and tried to be civil. “Hello,” I said quietly, trying to master the urge to scream that she was a whore and then hang up.“John, when are you coming home?” she asked, sounding worried.“I don’t know,” I told her. “It hasn’t felt much like home lately. You’re never there. You’re out breaking in the place that was. It's running down your thighs and there's strands of cum going from lip to lip. It's slobbering all over itself just at the possibility of getting close to my pussy.". I couldn't help myself I started to cry. Her taunting was too much. She saw me crying and with a smile on her face said, " There, there, straight girl Kelly it's okay. I just turned your nice little pussy into a gross disgusting dyke cunt, and I love knowing that I have changed that nasty hole of yours forever." She got up and. I was literally ready foranything the night you brought him over.You had had me dress in my sexiest fetish French Maid's outfit. Ireally like that dress. The skirt is soo short, I hardly have to bendover very far for it to show my ass. You had me wear a new pair ofseemed nylons and my garters with the pink bows on each strap. I wasalso in my pink satin corset that was drawing me in to almostbreathless proportions. I loved the feel of that around my sides. Myhair had grown out to the point that. Within some time, my junior was saluting again and was in full force as it was my second time. I put on another condom and I asked her to stand on her four. She did so, I liked the view. Asked her if she wanted to get fucked in the ass, she said no.So I entered her pussy from behind and started fucking her hard grabbing her by her waist. And later grabbing her boobs from beneath which were hanging like mangoes on a tree. I pressed them harder with one hand taking turns and with the other.