“Did I prove my point?” asks Reyna. “Your point?” I ask. “Don’t play stupid, little Sarah. You have much in common with my sluts, but stup...d is not one of them.” She glares me down. Her eyes don’t flash, but the weight of her look sends shivers through me. She’s still dangerous. With another look she could force me to eat out each woman in the building. She could give me that hunger, that craving, to serve until I die. I remember what she said to Becky to get her to cum. I need to get away from. My dear wife is an anal virgin, and I’d like to change that today,” he said, stretching her buttcheeks, exposing her tight asshole.“Oh Prashant, baby, no!” said Lata, her breath heavy, “His cock is too big! Even my pussy felt like a virgin, being stretched. I can’t imagine what will happen if that goes into my ass!”“Yeah, sir, we Muslims don’t do anal. I think you should do it,” Shahid said, trying to avoid it. He wasn’t excited enough to fuck her there.“Oh, baby, I should have fucked your ass. Luckily she was wearing her tight womens boxer shorts, instead of her usual skimpy panties, so she didnt feel too naked. She pulled the too-big T-shirt over her head, bunched her torn clothes into a ball and threw them in the trash. The shirt came down almost to her knees- like a short dress. She wandered out of the bedroom and back into the room where shed left him. He was sitting on the couch in front of the fire. He seemed to be lost in thought. She cautiously wandered over to the fireplace. "Yes," she said, as a smile began to cross her face. "Oh, yeah. I can sing that one." It's perfect for you!" squealed Inez.The song was "Better Be Good To Me" by Tina Turner. It definitely fit our style, but more importantly, it meshed perfectly with Evie's skill set. We'd been seeking out tunes which would allow Evie to get more involved as a lead vocalist, and this one hit the bulls-eye.And so, tonight at practice, with everyone having familiarized themselves with the song, we gave it a try..