He withdraws his hand and licks her sweetness from his fingers then reinserts them into her. His left hand pinches at her swollen clit making her moan...with desire.His fingers move from her pussy again, but this time instead of bringing them to his lips, he begins to tickle her asshole with them. "Give it to me," he commands. She arches her back as much as possible to expose her ass to him. Her current position makes this difficult and she begs to be released from her restraints. SMACK she feels. We never did anything like it again. Two years later, Darlene was married. And a year after that ... she was divorced again. Thank god she and Jim had never had any children together.As for myself? I'd been engaged once, nearly married ... but I began seeing certain sign's in my own fiancé' and taking my own advise a short time later, had broken the engagement off. I was glad that I did. Patricia, my ex fiancé ' had ended up running away with another married man ... unfortunately, half of a. He grabbed her cheeks and told her "swallow the cum like a fucking whore. A whore like you is better than a credit card." They got up and left as every man watched her ass. He drove home in silence. When they got in the house he told her to strip. It did not take long as she wore almost nothing. He grabbed a clamp on one of her nipples and asked her "Did you like sucking that cock of that strange man? Did you like being my whore tonight? Did it make your pussy wet? Now bend over. I shall punish. I thought seriously about killing myself, but I was a coward and couldn't. After the evening meal, Mike found me with 4 of his friends. He asked me what my answer is. I asked him what I would have to do? He answered "anything I want you to do". I could feel myself starting to cry, tears were coming down my face and I said, OK. He said that ok wasn't good enough, I asked him what he wanted me to say. He said tell me you want to be my bitch, tell me you want my cock, tell me you will do whatever.