It had brought both of them great pleasure and earned her a nice amount of extra cash.But it was what that cash meant that mattered more. What it mean... about her as woman. Her logic was warped and twisted but it was a kind of logic, nonetheless.“When he called to say wanted to see me again, I just had to say yes!”She looked at her two silent friends.“And that time - when I knew I was really being a whore - it was even better! Oh God, it was so much better! So when he called a third time, I just. Faster and hard he fucked her, I could her muffled moans off camera, it was the unmistakable sound of my slut moaning with a cock in her mouth. I was not surprised, she was really turned on and wanted a lot of attention. “Give it to her deep Jerome, you’ve seen her toys, she can take a lot more” I commanded. After he fiddled with the lighting a bit, Jerome handed the phone back to Tyler after which I could see my slut’s rad face and glazed eyes with another man’s cock fucking her mouth. She. She held me and said,”Oh God! I can’t believe I am doing this. Never in my wildest dream thought of cheating my husband!” I smiled and said,”Shompa ,this is certainly not a holy matrimonial. You don’t have to call God here.” I started to unbuttoned her sleeping gown. She was wearing a bra inside her gown. I unbuttoned and threw away my shirt. Placed her hand on my throbbing cock outside underwear and trouser. I pulled her bra up and the two Himalayas came down. Oh my God!I haven’t seen anything. “Go ahead.”Karissa set it aside to piss. After washing her hands, she sat on the closed commode and called a number she’d memorized from a card that the older dyke Marjorie had slipped her. It was the third time she’d called her. The first the morning after the anal rape by Terry. A guest room had a phone and privacy. Marjorie let Karissa know that it was as much Hanna’s kink as it had been Theresa’s. Another call midweek and they further discussed Hanna’s sexual tendencies. Her need for.