"Found it in my other jacket. Oh, Mike! I'm so sorry!" she started to well up as she sat on the bed next to me."I've been such a bitch to you. I can't...believe what's happening to me. A shitty job, a fucking asshole husband who leaves me for his secretary." she started to sob. I put my arm around her and tried to console her."No Micheal. I mean, you're the only one who supports me and I crap on you too as soon as something goes wrong." She was crying now. "I'm depressed, broke, I haven't been. Ted thrust forward and I looked as more and more of his cock slid between my lips and I could feel my throat muscles expanding. “Holy shit. Look at the slut's neck getting bigger. You can actually see Ted's cock going down her throat. Fuck this is great.” One of other young black men yelled. “Fuck I can't wait until it's my turn.”“Fuck she must be a natural at deep throating. She isn't even gagging on that big cock of yours Ted. She is swallowing your entire cock.” Another young black. Her lips parted to answer … closed … opened again, soundlessly. She was suddenly concerned about tipping forward out of the chair, and tried to push herself back in the seat, only succeeding in scraping the thing backwards on the floor. ‘I … uh … I think that … um … I … think that … maybe I’ve made a mistake,’ she finally said, haltingly. She stood up. The woman glanced up at her with a placid look on her face. ‘SIT!’ she barked. Cindy sat. Hard. ‘Put your knees together!’ the woman continued. I had a awesome view of her frequently fucked slash, her pussy lips red and swollen from sexual release and steadily oozing love juices. I crouched behind her and quickly probed her wet slash with my my cock , grabbing her hips and steadily increasing the viciousness of my thrusts. I watched my wife's breasts swaying under her from the intensity of the fucking as I took one hand to fondle her exceptionally hard nipples. It seemed like only a few minutes in my super-heated state before I.