He pulled out, and with no warning, stuck his cock in my ass. It hurt so much I just screamed, but, after a few strokes it wasn't so bad and my body c...me alive and started fucking him back. I didn't hear you come into the room, but he came out of me and I wanted him back inside me. Then, I saw you, and just passed out. I don't remember anything until you showed me his face, and told me to clean everything up. I thought my life was finished." I looked at her, and said "I believe you, but. It wasn't until I was in the parking lot by the restaurant that I remembered that the restaurant that my husband wanted to meet me at was the same place that the majority of his co-workers are at for lunch and they all are about to see more of me then I ever imagined they would.As you could expect, I was quite nervous about being seen by the people that he works with, even more so than that client family that I met earlier that morning. Never the less, I somehow found the nerve and grabbed my. You have anatural fluidity of movement and good legs, dancers' legs, strongmuscles, well formed and pretty."I blushed and my hand dropped to my knee and caressed its hairlesssmoothness and then quickly drew my hand away, girly thoughts and girlymannerisms now. "Barbara, is there some sort of subliminal programminggoing on in here?" I'm not supposed to discuss stuff like that but if you promise not tosay I told you, the answer is yes, at night when you are asleep. Itisn't something for you to. I'll admit I was a little intimidated by all the attention. I found myarms self-consciously crossing over my chest, trying to hide whatpercentage of my tits didn't spill out over them. But that's not whatSlut would do, is it? She wouldn't be shy about all this. I had to belike her, I had to keep forcing my arms down, to act like this wasnatural.It was ironic. Back when this had all started, the first fucking thingI'd used the device for was to make myself sexy. I'd wanted to be hot.I'd wanted.