They had fallen for it hook, line, and sinker.Yet, I was the one with my ass hanging out in a green apron and leg warmers bending over a hot stove che...king on Lasagna while they gazed at my ass.I was very self-conscious about my butt. I have a plump backside like my mother. It isn’t that which really bothers me, though. I’ve seen my asshole in the mirror. The skin around it is gray, like charcoal ash. I also have a very lumpy sphincter that sticks out like a little turd mushroom. My mom’s. They made ready to cast their spears. I brought the Blackhawk to bear and the man on the right fell. The one of the left followed as the Henry roared to life. The leader threw his spear and without watching it, turned to run. I shot out his right knee as I dodged the hastily throw spear. Down he went, screaming in pain. I slowly advanced on the downed man. He still had enough fight in him to pull out a knife. Looking at it, it seemed wicked. It was made of stone, flint would be my guess. I'd. As she re-entered I was surprised and delighted to see that she had changed.Gone was the formal business suit and shoes to be replaced by a loose fitting blouse and slacks. The transformation was complete; the business woman was gone to be replaced by an elegant woman who seemed to ooze a modest sexuality.“I hope you don’t mind me changing,” her voice light, almost smiling “I hate suits, but they are expected by many of my clients.”“Not one bit” I replied meekly “I think the casual “you” suits. "Fuck me hard Joe. Give me everything you got." My pleasure, Sexy." Clutching her waist, perfect hand holds, he let her guide in his shaft. Without preliminaries--the evening already had plenty--he became a piston swiftly stroking its chamber, the rapid friction setting off sparks for both of them. Naked flesh slapped loudly. Groans emerged in counterpoint.When another orgasm neared, Debra urged it into completion with clit rubbing and nipple twisting. Joe kept up his relentless fuck through it.