’ As he smiled at me, he pushed me off his body and onto the bed. Turning me onto my stomach, he pulled my hips so I was into a kneeling position. H... slapped the right side of my ass hard and I gasped, feeling myself clench. Before I could catch my breath, he slapped the other side just as hard. He pressed himself against me without putting his cock inside me and grabbed my hair, yanking my head back. His other hand went around my throat, squeezing just hard enough to make it slightly difficult. “Thank you so much Tom, I was starting to get itchy that’s why I chose oil,” she said. “Now it’s your turn.” Before I could object she had her oil in hand and the covers drawn back again and motioning for me to roll over on my belly. My wife never really gave massages so this was a very rare treat. Cheryl rubbed the oil all over my back while she straddled my ass. It felt really wonderful when she would reach forward and her pussy would rub my bare skin, and her full breasts would rub my back.. Timmy put her hand onto his softer penis and started to piss as Sally pointed the stream at her shit. Timmys urine made the pile steam more and Sally shook his cock as he finished.“We had better get back to Julie “ she told him. Suddenly worried that Julie would know he had seen Sally shit , he said “Do we have to tell Sally what we just did??” “That’s OK Timmy darling Sally and I share a lot of things and we will all be sleeping in the same bed tonight so its fine that she knows”They walked. Panic is like that. Fear is like that.The worst part of it all was the sudden realization that I was about to become a cliché. I had this instant Polaroid-mental image of how the scene would play out, and it was straight out of a late-night rerun of Law and Order. "Who is she?" "Who knows? Just some whore, I guess."I hadn't been on the streets long, just plenty long enough to hear talk about this girl who was beaten, that girl who was knifed, such-and-such a girl who OD'd. After a few.