I want to be your naughty slut.“Your sex slave!”“What?” I gasped, the only word I could say.“I just know that you have the best cock ever,�... she moaned, her body wiggling against me. She didn't care about the people watching. Cell phones were aimed at us, recording this moment.“Justin, you stud,” Mike shouted from the crowd.“Damn,” José said.“Oh, my god, Aurora, you're such a slut!” redheaded Cassandra hissed as she stood by José.“I am a slut,” Aurora said, her eyes burning with that fire. Her. It was hard to miss the sound of lust in his voice. His cock was halfway in my mouth. *Smack* The force of the blow moved me forward and more of Henry's cock disappeared between my painted lips. "Two." More cock. "Three." Three? I thought. I hadn't felt a third blow. All I could feel was this big fat dick filling my mouth and snaking down my throat. *Smack* I felt that one! Henry's balls collided with my chin and he all but howled out, "Foooouuurrrrr."I could feel the heat of the blood rushing. "Sorry again love" he leers.She doesn't care, her nipples are throbbing and she's considering touching her clit - she might have if the driver hadn't been a disgusting sweaty slob who was 3 months away from morbid obesity. God, what was going on in her head?Before she can do anything that will definitely fill her with remorse later the cab pulls up in a semi industrial street."This is it, 17 New Avenue"What on earth had she got herself into as she looks out the window? It's dark and sinister. He was a good husband, loving, funny, and sweet, but sometimes mercurial and distractible. Those things served him well in that he could be tightly wound one moment, and entirely relaxed the next. He'd go on a stressful fit of fixing things one day, and be perfectly content to pursue some new hobby the next.Annie was the tide. Sam was the wind. At her best, Annie was consistent; she rose and fell with life's routines and surprises. At his, Sam was a whirlwind when needed and a gentle breeze.