I look at you with an appalled look on my face. “I’m actually far from horrible,” I retort. “Well, I don’t believe you.” “I love it roug...,” I say, rubbing your cock harder with my foot. “Check please,” you say in a shaky voice. I let out a giggle as the waiter brings our check. Once dinner is paid for you get up, grabbing my wrist, pulling me behind. Once we’re out in the back alley, you push me hard up against the brick wall. “So you like it rough huh?” you hiss into my ear. I nod my head,. My period came today.” “Damn,” he said. “I’ve been dreaming of it with you for a year or so.”“You don't know me,” I said.“I’ve been to ESC and on both websites you’re on. I’ve seen you and I think you’re beautiful.”I thanked him. “Maybe another time.”He went to the bathroom, turned on the shower, disrobed, and got in. Curious, I looked in and saw his perfect body and large fat cock. Yes, he was good-looking and hung like a thermos — so, he was definitely my type. But, no, I wasn’t. Mark and I had had a long conversation with a lawyer not too long ago about different fetishes and how the general public has stereo typed the people that follow them. Most people when they see me see a 32 year old, sexy married woman. They are the same people that would think that I would have to be a freak and out of my mind to actually want to have a group of men to cum all over my naked quivering body."Now love, don't get your hopes up." Mark's voice brought me back to reality. I had. His mouth moves down to my jaw and licks his way up to my ear. He bites my earlobe before whispering “Uh-uh, definitely another time, but right now, I really need to be in you.” I can’t suppress a giggle at his exclamation, finding it both ridiculous and a turn on. Danny looks a little insulted, pauses as if thinking about why I’m laughing, and then smiles widely. “Ok, yeah that was kind of lame,” he admits. “But it’s true.” He lunges forward and captures my mouth. His tongue pushes its way.