"Close that up, you whore." He told me from somewhere across the room. I snapped my anal ring closed and sighed. Mike came back over and put a handcuf... around one of my wrists. He led me over to what felt like a sawhorse, and bent me over it at my waist, cuffing my hand to my leg. He jingled another handcuff and attached my other wrist to my other ankle, putting a bar in between my ankles so my legs were slightly spread. "I'm going to stretch you until you cum 3 times, then you can have my. Nevertheless, he had not. He had never been alone with Her and, outside the shadow of Her husband; She had been charming and funny. She had made him laugh. And, just below the surface, he could see it, the tragedy of Her marriage. It was like a vein running through both of them. A silent understanding. He wondered if his friend had told Her about what his marriage was like. Probably not. His friend never seemed to talk to Her. He'd had a couple of beers and many laughs with Her. He had watched. After going all the way down my shaft again and giving my balls a nice lick, she arched up and whispered, "My pussy is for my husband, but my ass is for you." I wasn't wasting any time either. I grabbed her by the waist and threw her onto the couch, face first, and then buried my face in her ass. Her asshole tasted like fucking candy and I ate it until it was as wet as my cock. It wasn't like fucking freshman girls in the ass, freshman girls always seemed ashamed that they enjoyed it. My new. It filled my mouth, I could hardly get my mouth around it, and it seemed to be growing as my novice sucking skills started to learn their trade.I sucked longingly on my new prize, as James busied himself above me on my desk, clearly going through my porn collection because as he turned on the speakers I could hear the excited giggling of hen night revellers enjoying the delight of a few male strippers! His hands moved to either side of my head, I lost control of the situation and as he held me.