As she slipped the end between the jaws of the speculum, I could smell a familiar odor: vinegar! She squeezed the bulb, and the liquid shot deep int... my rectum, and I almost passed out when I immediately felt the stinging liquid fill me up. I writhed in agony, as the two girls giggled, and took turns spitting into the speculum. I didn’t really feel their saliva, but I guess they were making a statement. They certainly seemed proud of themselves.I was relieved when they took the speculum. She had nice, slim hips and her smooth legs were toned and sexy as hell. Her thatch was a bit thick; she really should have been trimming it. But she probably didn’t care, since her shit husband was the only one who saw it. I would address the issue right now. “In the bed with you,” I said. “Get nice and wet.”She obeyed like a robot. Maybe now she was starting to realize that the situation was out of hand, that she was so compromised now that letting me fuck her wouldn’t be such a betrayal. ”That gave her license to admit, “I’m glad you felt the same way, but I took that fantasy farther. I couldn’t help imagining that I was kissing, sucking, and being fucked by Ken’s and Dave’s big cocks, and your passion helped to fuel mine.”I was becoming curiouser about their cocks, and said, “They both told me that you seemed to like feeling their cocks pressed into your stomach when you’re dancing, but I didn’t take them that seriously. But shit, honey, were you really fantasizing about them. Different hotels every time, he was careful. Anyhow, one night I got there a little early, traffic had been light. So I'm outside the room and I can hear him on his cell, and I figure I'll let him finish up, I'm sure in no hurry to go do that tired act again. And he keeps talking and I hear him say something about 'the heat's on a little, it's time to do a run.'" 'The heat's on?' What, politically?" That's what I thought too at first, and I started to listen closer. I was seeing a couple of.