He had caught her line and sinker and lured her in. He got what he wanted. The woman stood up and found tatters of her clothes a few feet from her. Sh... slowly got up and walked to them and she placed them over her body as best she could to cover her. She was so ashamed, she walked home in complete silence, in complete shock as she stared at the ground. The once bright, cheerful bar maid had been scarred for life, scarred for accepting an apparent gentleman’s kind offer, scarred for being who. Hah, did he really think this was the first time?"Used my teeth to unzip a man's fly before." I said as I gritted my teeth in frustration for actually thinking he was berating me like that.My teeth found the zipper and I pulled it down. And his hand touched the back of my head again."Can you feel the hardness, huh?" Steven asked me. "Mmm," I replied. "Lick it with your tongue,"It darted out from my lips and I tasted how it felt like to feel the cock that was about to get sucked being so hard. “He now has his own garage door opener. He pulls right into your spot in the garage, ….. and then takes your spot in this bed… and then takes your spot in my drippy little pussssssssyyyyyyyy!”I was slamming into her by now and she responded by continuing to get me fired up.“Yes Honey,” she went on, “and that’s why on Wednesday nights, when you come up to bed, the sheets are always freshly washed… It’s no coincidence.”I was humping her very hard now.“Yes Honey…” she encouraged, digging her nails. I rubbed him through his boxers a little while and then I slid my hand under his waistband. He had a small soft patch of hair over his dick. I pushed my hand down further and rubbed his balls. He had a smooth sac and his balls were pulled up so tight I couldnt really tell how big they were. We moved over toward each as much as we could and Mike slid his hand in my boxers and grabbed my dick. It felt great. Feel ok? I asked in a whisper. Yea. You? Yep,real good. I pulled my hand away and lifted.