.. ohh..." I moaned as I pushed against his finger.He leaned over my back and said, "Do you really want me to?" God... yes... fuck me!!!" I pleaded. "...AAHH UGH! Yeah... !!!" I yelled as he slipped a second finger into me. He pushed them in hard. I heard the slothing sound of my pussy juice as his fingers moved within me. I heard the sound of his zipper and looked over my shoulder to see him reach into his pants. My eyes widened as he pulled out his huge, hard cock. It was bigger than I. You don’t have to go any further with this than you want to. You can dance with a few of those guys at the bar, have fun, and see where it leads. As the waitress said, in here, ‘no means no’. But at least give yourself a chance to enjoy this.”I nodded silently and sat there, my chest pounding nervously. 'I’d always been a good girl. I felt so wicked and naughty sitting in a swinger’s bar dressed like this, contemplating doing God knows what?'But as I sat there, I realized that despite my. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company watermark in the center of the page. The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the accompanying diary to the nearest living heir of the doner. According to the note, the museum found the contents of the journal inappropriate for either display or academic study.The letter ended with a brief but firm postscript that the museum in question wanted to. " I finally got around to asking her about that. The title was actually “The Queen of Anal.” With an almost evilly lecherous look on her face, she told me she was going to make me the “Princess of Anal” in my next movie.She easily talked Mr. Malone into letting her direct it as long as he got to be one of the actors who fucked my ass.Just as in the first movie, there wasn’t a script, just a role to play. I was to be the boss’s wife. He had to go on an emergency trip. He called me from the.