Even with heels on, I was only about 5’6’’, but my tits remained visible to anyone looking in our direction.We stepped behind the wet bar just a... Molly approached it and asked if we could pour her a glass of white wine. Ben said “of course….I’ll grab you a glass from the overhead cupboard”. He was directly behind me, and as he leaned forward and reached just over my head to get the wine glass, I felt an enormous presence between my still dripping pussy lips. With very little effort it. Nobody is calling Jonny a smelly little loser-boy now! Who stinks now? Not Jonny! Shelly stinks now! I whisper mocking chants into her ear as face is nestled into it's fetid prison. Shelly stinks now! Shelly stinks of shit! Shelly stinks of shit! Smelly-girl, smelly-girl, smelly-Shelly-smelly-girl! Now Jonothon is the clever one! Jonny is cool and popular and glam! My bell-end rubs into her nice pert round little tushy, wetting her dainty little panties, just beneith the stiff little tutu. Hubby waved me onto the dance floor with my anal intruder and we merged into the crowded dance floor for what I was sure to be a re-run of last weeks events. My heart was pounding at the prospect of more slutty ass fucking. We were dancing close and dirty, with his hands gliding over my huge breast, tiny waist and rubbing my firm ass and shaved pussy, when he turned me round and I arched my back into his crotch. I knew what was about to occur as he moved my skintight dress over my buttocks,. Me (softly): I am very exhausted, Divya. Can you please give me some rest and maybe can you also massage my back?She did not like my request. She acted as though she got very angry. She caught my hair(with her left hand) and pulled my head up. For a few moments, she glared into my eyes.Suddenly she raised her right hand high up. I got a feeling that she was going to give me a tight slap. I did not have any time to think, dodge, or block it.I closed my eyes, and I accepted whatever she was going.