He moved closer, almost over me. "Now, smile. Lower your leg. I want Carl to see all of you, to see all of my favorite erotic playground." Carl heard ...he instruction and saw me obey. I was feeling sexy, feeling naughty, luxurious, feeling turned on. "Your legs are too close together," was my husband's next comment. "You should do something about that."They were close together, and then. . .. . . and then they weren't.Carl saw this woman, this wife, fully on display. There was nothing modest. He also hated body art, tattoos and piercings. Steph was about to get a tattoo drawn by the man who fucked her. Steph was euphoric. Fitz had used her but she had enjoyed it immensely. As he began the actual tattoo all she could think of was that she had to fuck him again. If her husband found out or objected she would do it anyway. He was a tiny-dicked wimp of a man. Fitz was a real man. The tattoo was finished in about an hour. It was a red heart with devils horns and tail coming from it. It. Their cocks were touching my side and all their cocks were at least 7 inches, they started kissing me and pressing my boobs. So Satish said to both of them that "this prostitute is yours today, both of you today."Friends, because I like to talk dirty and abusive while having sex, and Satish knows this so he only talks to me while doing sex.Then he made me sit on my knees and said that suck "my ass suck my cock" and he put his cock in my mouth and he started banging my mouth very hard and a man. Exiting the house, she bask in the warmth of the sun and walked along the sidewalk toward the park.“You really should lock your door, you know,” it was Widow Smith, her neighbor, “aren’t you worried about thieves?”“No, Mrs. Smith,” Nicole answered, “the neighborhood watch is so good here, I’m sure all I have is safe.”“Suit yourself, Mrs. Smith chided, “but don’t blame me if people sneak in.”Nicole just smiled, said her good-byes and walked the four blocks to the city park.The park was huge,.