She sucked it seductively and put it to her ass. She pushed her finger in and winced. “I only give this to my husband on very special occasions. ... want to give it to you tonight. I want your black cum dripping out of my asshole so I can feel like I really belong to you. I want to be your property, your bitch. Fuck my white ass please. Show no mercy. Brutally assfuck me.”Rick grabbed his dick and squeezed it tight to keep from being too aroused. He knelt behind Maria and put his tongue. Except we didn't use the m word. She was wanking, or showing off, or frigging herself. Or doing as she was told, which was a phrase she particularly liked.So there was no doubt about whether she was for real or not. No doubt about whether she was turned on or not. No doubt, judging by her range of toys and the way she showed them off, that she wasn't shy.So the next step had a certain inevitability about it. We would meet, and play. Not that play was really the word. She wanted to experience. French eyed me. The husband with the boy on his knee eyed me. Every OTHER male in the room eyed me. "You seem to have made an impression," Mr. French said carefully."Probably no one is more surprised than I am, Sir," I told him. I turned my attention back to the TV; eventually, they all did, too.Twenty minutes later, Mama French came boiling through the door with a plate of baked goods -- and despite the fact that I was halfway across the room from Mr. French, I got the plate right after he. But it also made me realize how much I missed getting boned by my old male partner Hank. Or how much I wanted Gail to shove one of her toys up my own ass. Once I discovered that they really weren't metal spikes that is.After returning to New England I knew what I had to do. The Adult Bookstore was way outside of town in a fuckin' Industrial Park. What the hell it was doing out there I have no clue. Maybe they're putting fork lift motors in vibrators or something, for all I know. At any.