---Earlier, Joey's HouseHe showered, making sure to wash his still sore ass thoroughly, taking his time to caress and probe every crack and opening wi...h gentle, soapy fingers. As he did so, Joey groaned and pushed himself against the shower wall, spreading his round, firm ass cheeks and beginning to toy with his fuckhole, his small dick responding to the ministrations and rising to it's full 4.5" length, his large testicles making it look even smaller than it was.Knowing that it would take more. ”Are you doing ok?” he asked. Jordyn smiled and nodded.The man cracked a smile. ”I think she likes it rough,guys. Don't you girl?”Jordyn panted: ”Yes! I like it rough! Fuck me like a bitch!” Which was all true. For as long as Jordyn had enjoyed fucking several men at once, she had also enjoyed being dominated and fucked roughly. This seemed to turn all the men on even more. As she got her booty filled by a new man, the others seemed to lose their patience and gathered around her. A large man. This place has a lot of memories for me. It is where I introduced her to these same friends. And if I know them as well as I think I do, they would have booked the same table! They have tried to get me to discuss my separation, but it didn't get them anywhere because I've played dumb and deaf about it.Maybe because I have not wanted to hear about what she is doing now - you see - the wives of two of these friends are pretty close pals of hers. I don't really have to do any serious searching to. Come alone.”The address was in the worst part of town. It was a seedy bar and grill. Arriving alone as instructed, she sat in a booth watching the door. The dirt and filth of the place made her skin crawl. The other patrons looked like derelicts. He arrived from behind her.“Richard,” she said as her husband took the seat opposite and then, “I can explain.”“No you can’t, and it’s Rick never Richard. He’s weak. I’m strong. Can’t you see the difference?In some ways, she could see it. The man.