Of that, I was sure. My relationship with Jack was, from the beginning, an open and honest one. It was about more than just sex, but I must admit, the...sex sure was hot. I could tell him anything, and he could do the same. Whether it was him letting me know just how he liked his cock sucked, or me admitting that I liked a little spanking and light bondage, the honesty really made our sex life great. The one thing I could never tell him, was about my fantasy of getting drugged and raped. I don’t. Oh, God… I bit my lip and gripped at the pavement beneath me. I had never even explored that part of my body on my own, and here I was being dug-out under the bleachers by some sexy guy I barely knew. With one swift movement his tongue was back up at my snatch, flickering around the surface. I felt him pressing gently into my insides as my lips parted. It was heaven. As his tongue worked wonders on my pussy he applied pressure to my rear entrance with his middle finger. I felt him reaching into. ” ‘Who’s going to lift the heavy stuff,” asked Gabby, who was short, slender and very feminine. Phil playfully slapped Gabby on her arse, which was covered that morning by her tightest and shortest shorts. “I am sure you won’t have any problem finding some help if you’re wearing those,” he joked, trying to relieve the tension. It was true: Gabby probably would not likely have a problem getting help. Although she was now thirty-five, she looked ten years’ younger. Gabby was short, slender and. "You must like coffee just as much as I do," I said, noting the strongflavour of his piss. "That was my first cup of recycled coffee for theday." You'll be having that regularly from now on," he said with a derisivelaugh. "I have never had a bitch as dirty as you before. That isn't goingto be the last time I empty my bladder into your mouth."It's funny how words can affect me now, and the way men look at me afterthey have had me. When I heard the words 'dirty bitch' and saw thecontempt he had.