I started working (surprisingly) at the mall. I worked for retail store of a very well known nation wide telecommunications company. I started as a pa...t time sales girl. With the help of looks and experience flirting I soon became the best sales girl, eventually becoming full time. But the flirting and occasional one night stands weren't enough. I secretly started working as a stripper at night. It wasn't at a regular strip club or gentleman's club. It was at a bar. I would walk around in a. Fuck me...fuck me...fuck me...fuck e..." Suddenly Marina, while continuing her chant of, " fuck me...fuck me...fuck me," raised her head, arching her back seeming almost impossible, and pushing back against me hard. She forces the last half of my cock into the depths of her tight pussy so suddenly and hard that my balls slaps against her clit with a wet "smack." When the head of my cock slammed against her cervix, she is unable to control herself and calls out " FUCK ME...YOU BASTARD!" I'm. The voodoo Man's mutterings had now became a strange sing-song chant in some forgotten tribal dialect. Deep in her sex Emily could feel the oil go to work and her belly glowed with a strange inner heat.The voodoo Man worked his trade using his hands, his mouth, his thick black cock, and some of the strangely shape toys on Emily sex.Emily's moans and labored groans could be be heard on the wind carried over the dunes as orgasm after orgasm rocked her body. Yet people in the nearby parking lot. I saw then that he really did love Helen. He was only talking to me about her because he thought that we had something in common. What he thought we had was the fact that we were both involved in unconventional marriages. He was married to a woman who looked much older than him, and he thought that I was married to a black guy.My heart clutched in my chest all over again. It was then that I realized two things. The first was that from the very first time I'd seen this man, all I had done was to.