I had wondered whether it was because she liked sex so much and she thought she'd enjoy having more of it. Why did she choose the Brothel?" It was eit...er that or prison. And she heard that prison was very unpleasant." So having sex with strange men every day is somehow better. I really don't understand Binta. She so often said she would never contemplate it. In fact, she told me many times that she would never dream of making love to anyone other than me. She's so fickle! She just couldn't wait. Surprisingly, she said, "Well, I have discovered this cool new trick."Well, curiosity got the best of me, and so I asked her to see it. She said that it had to be done, it couldn't really be seen. Okay, I thought. It's worth a shot.So, she got a pink sparkle gel pen, one of the kinds that girls use to write on each other's hands. She told me, "Stick out your right hand." I thought fine, she's probably just going to make a little doodle, and so I held out my hand. She told me to look away, and I. He saw her leg buckle for a moment, drawing his attention to her ass bouncing softly in her tight yoga pants. Her ass was eating the seam and Greg pictured her winking asshole deep within that tightly clenched valley of her cheeks.Amy refused to cave before he finished. She knew he wanted to see her fall, but she wouldn't give. She steadied herself on her palms, causing her big tits to sway against the backs of her arms. One of her melons nearly jumped out of her bra, pink areola glistening. " Oh, my god that is exciting." She said."I still don't know what happened." I lifted her and put her on the bed and then slipped under the covers with her. Her lithe body snuggled sinuously along mine. Something was different this time, though. She was more relaxed, more languid."Did Mike fuck you darling?" I asked softly."No. I couldn't let him put his cock in me. But, he did make me cum. I feel so completely relaxed, I can't describe it. I'm sorry Gary, I hope you aren't too disappointed..