You were a ... prostitute?”Heather nodded firmly, “Yep, a four-hundred-dollar whore. I could double what I made in a week at the strip club in one...night by being willing to fuck. I knew it was wrong, immoral, illegal, and all of that, but I still did it. Some of it was fun, but most of that era in my life wasn’t. I kept myself afloat financially until I was able to finally get a scholarship to go to college. That scholarship was only because I threw in with this group of sex maniacs.” She. "Maureen led Michael to a small seating area by the fitting rooms, theysat down and she continued"Look, you don't need to worry, I get men like you in all the time andI'm sure I can help you."For the second time that day, Michael went ashen faced."L-like me? What do you mean." Men buying for their wives who come in without a clue of the size theyneed and usually returning a few weeks later to exchange it...."Michael breathed a sigh of relief but it was short lived as Maureenlooked him straight. It was so romantic. He then told me to turn around and bend over, he wanted to fuck me from behind. I slowly turned around and pushed my ass up, arching my back so he could get deep inside me. I remember him playing with my hair as he rubbed his cock on my ass and pussy. I didn’t mind him doing it. I kept anticipating him entering my pussy, but he just kept tapping his cock and rubbing it on my. I looked back at him and he looked me in the eye and asked if I was ready for some more dick. I was. Slowing down I teased him a little by sliding up until he was almost all the way out of me and taking my time before moving back down. At times just working the head in and out before sinking it all in again. As I was doing this I caught a glimpse of my left hand positioned next to William's right arm and a clear view of my wedding ring staring me right in the face. Shit, what am I doing? I'm married and here I am again having sex with a black guy I still barely knew. At that point I even.