She checked herself in the mirror and adjusted the hem of her dress. It had ridden up from the last man she had been dancing with, whether it was from...his hands pulling it up or from her pushing into his groin she could only guess. She opened her purse and put on another spray of perfume and a clean coat of lipstick before leaving the room. Her thirst was getting the best of her so she ordered another vodka, and turning to go find another dance parter she ran into a tall man. "Oh shit I am. As the daughter of a conservative family, activities like adultery, let alone prostitution were the more degrading you could imagine.My wife wanted me to buy a big suburban house with a large kitchen (she loves cooking, and always complained about the kitchen in the appartment we owned before). Now for two years, every week guys visit our house to fuck her. Otherwise we cannot pay the mortgage rent.Was it really surprising that my wife eventually agreed to retire to the bedroom from time to. " That's what parents are for. We're just glad you're with us safe and sound. Now you need to catch up on your sleep. We have a lot to tell you, but tomorrow will be soon enough."Angel sniffed back a sob before struggling out, "I wish I had never left home – married Justin. It was the dumbest thing I have ever done. It's a wonder he didn't kill me, or have one of his cronies rape me. He just got worse and worse. Mom, I'm lucky to be alive." You're safe now, Baby," Brenda said as she absently. I stayed bent over like they had ordered me to do. The big hand squeezed my butt flesh. It turned out to be Jamal as he said, "Bet none of you guys have felt an ass like this. This little bitch must eat a lot of junk food to have so much junk in the trunk!" He became more brave (and more interested), starting to move his hand around. He cupped my butt cheek in his hand. Then I felt another hand on my other butt cheek. It started to do the same thing and added pinching. I felt another hand make.