After giving me her name, Shelly asked why I wanted to go out with a woman I knew was a whore.“What is it? Are you some sort of freak?” Shelly ask...d, moving close to me. “Would it turn you on to know that your girlfriend turns tricks for a living? Do you really think you can handle that?”I could tell she was intrigued by my having asked her out, and that she was tempted. But I could also see the vulnerability in her eyes despite her attempt to disguise it. She was worried that I wouldn’t be. She was cursing up a storm as it was hurting her a little. She kept trying to break free of him but it was too late, he was in her this time and he continued to piston in and out. By now he was totally in control which was making her give in to his strong persuasive presence.This was not at all what she had heard or expected to happen as she was in some pain, but she knew that the pleasure she felt through the pain would ease once this first time was over.Just then he moaned and grunted she. “Hi boys, I hope you’ve been enjoying the show that my husband and I have been showing you. Today is our fifteenth wedding anniversary and to celebrate our sexy marriage, his gift to me is giving fifteen men a blow job.”“You have a very thoughtful husband!” one said, who appeared to be the leader of the group. “Why don’t you take a seat on my lap and we’ll talk about the first thing that pops up?” he joked of the old and stupid pickup line.“I want to feel like I’m sitting on a cucumber, not a. My friend (I'll call him Simon) liked nothing better than to say "I've had him!" when I showed interest in a guy. He'd snootily cock his head to one side as if to say "been there, done that do you want my leftovers?". Pride would often intervene and I'd pass on the opportunity to feast on his scraps. But not always. And so it was one day when, whilst at the cinema together, he acknowledged a delicious looking man as we left the building. They smiled at each other in 'that way' and I knew that.