” Dani’s voice dropped even lower than normal, “what were you doing?”“She likes being tied up,” Sara told Dani cheerfully, “it makes her...sexy as anything.”“It does honestly,” Natasha tried to forestall the row.“How can it make someone sexy?” Dani demanded, “It’s just so you can’t stop something being done to you, isn’t it? And even if it did, how did you find out?”“I could just tell,” said Sara, “with how she was looking at me. Cos I fancied her the first second and she was like looking back. “Do you? Cuz we can not…”She stopped me right there. Parachuted away the non-important contents.“We can do this. I might be pretty good at it, actually.”I felt like she might be right. I had a phone in my hand. Her voice was squeezed between a bunch of 1’s and 0’s. Digitized. Who is she really? Where is she at? I’ve got a dick in one hand and a phone in the other. This is what people do these days.“You think?”“Sure, pumpkin,” she foolishly replied. Not a word I would have preferred she use when. “Shush now. Tell me what happened.”John started rubbing my back to calm me a bit. I took a deep breath and let it out. I wiped my eyes on his t-shirt as I began to speak, “I should have known when we went for the drink that it was going to be awful. I should have left after one drink and come home. But I kept thing about how it would be fun to have sex with this cute guy. I attributed his looking at his watch every five minutes to being anxious or nervous about taking things further.”“He kept. I tried to take a breath but only got sweet juice and steam. Panting, she squatted down a little further, leaning into him for support. I rolled onto my back, breathed deeply and put my upturned face just under her lowered bottom where, to my surprise and probably hers, Hubby had put his hard, angry prick. He pushed it across her brown butthole, between her gaping lips and squirted a long gob of pearly sperm onto her clit and my chin. He reared back and shot another and then a third smaller.