"I did no such thing." What? What would you call it? You made me strip, bent me over the table and fucked me. What was it if it wasn't ****?" I was me...ely satisfying your curiosity when you explained to us that you really wanted to know more about sex and would I please demonstrate," I said, all injured innocence.She stared at me, her face a wonder of astonishment. Then it cleared as realization dawned."You're a bastard," she said softly."And you're a bitch," said Heather, equally softly.. When, in short order, they announced they were getting married, I hardly knew what to think or feel. True, I loved them both and was delighted that a solution to Tony’s situation had presented itself so neatly. I even felt proud that in some roundabout manner I had played a part. But he now spent a lot of time with Jenny and they talked endlessly–what about I don’t know. Though of course if I were to be asked what I talked about with him myself I would run into great difficulties as the talk. Your hands run up my legs and thighs and you knead them gently opening my pussy with the force, but not touching it. I almost can’t stand it. You ask me if I’m ready for you and I say yes. You tell me that it’s not time, I don’t want you enough yet. You will decide when I am wet enough and spread my legs to check, I feel like I’m gonna cum right there and then. My clit is throbbing. Your finger gently probes my pussy to see how wet I am – and I am very wet. You place it on your lips and suck. Then roughly he entered my pussy with two fingers. I let out another cry in pain. He didn’t move his fingers, but kept them firmly inside my hole.“Am I hurting you? Good… I know you like it. Start backing up on my fingers like a nice slut.”I began moving my ass back and forth, fucking myself with his fingers. He would curl his fingers inside me so it hit my prostate as I moved my ass. I moaned in pleasure as he did it. Then he took his fingers out. I stayed on all fours, moving my ass slightly,.