Maybe she was just k**ding. Yeah that was it. Boy what a k**der she could be. I mean that had to be the answer. She couldn't possibly be so... so lone...y... Then occurred to me, she never talked about having a boyfriend. She never talked about going out on dates. I searched my mind. In fact all through high school she only dated once or twice. Maybe she is that lonely. Windsor Heights is a small town. Maybe there just aren't enough good men to go around.Well what ever the truth is she and I had. “You get ten for making a mess, twenty five for the fuck you comment, and twenty five more for thinking you were too good to abide our rules,” I flatly stated. “No please, that is too many,” Danny begged. My wife burst into the room and froze in her tracks at the sight of Danny bound to the bed. “I told you to stay out of here. Do you want to be next?” I glared. “I am handling this, get OUT!” I shouted. I locked the door after my wife’s rapid departure. “PLEASE,” Danny cried. I slapped. " After all, a rapeslut like you deserves it."I sunk to my knees and they all approached, stroking their hardened cocks. I was wondering how he knew my name, although being posted on so many websites as a free public prostitute and bestiality slut does tend to give it away a bit.As they got closer, I gave a start. The cock directly in front of me looked awfully familiar. I tried to look around but one of them locked my head with his hands as the first cock started spewing jizz at my face.I. Taking a special tool that was a curved blade that he hooked through the material just below her zipper and with one swift movement sliced, trousers, panties all the way between her legs and up to her belt, The tight pants split open like an over ripe peach revealing a warm female vulva. Without ceremony he unzipped his pants and pulled his penis free which was quite hard and holding her legs apart with his as she was bent forward with her neck in the special window he rubbed her sex with his.