. My man and I were sitting at a table with two other couples playing cards and goofing and chatting a little ornery stuff and the one woman friend sa...s..."i give the best blow jobs" and I say oh yah... prove it, she grabs her husband by the arm and i stop her and say of course he would agree with you. I want you to prove it on my man. I know he will enjoy it and will also be honest. she said ok. so he unbuckles his jeans, scoots near the edge of his chair she lowers to her knees, gently grabs. “There you are, my sweet.”His voice was low, soft, sweet. His dark eyes glowed in the night light. Removing the sheet showing off my whole naked body to him, I could feel a blush stir deep inside me. His fingers pull at my panties as they slip off easily. I lift my ass enough for him to remove them.He moves between my legs, laying there fully naked in front of him. My heart begins to quicken. I want him more then I ever have before. He leans down to kiss me, his fingers between my thighs as he. He kissed me tenderly on the neck and back, and rubbed my tits. My nipples got big and hard and tender. His cock was wet with precum and he put it to my ass hole and pushed and the head of it popped my asshole open and I felt a flash of pain. I muffled my cries in my pillow as he pushed his cock further into my ass. He was gentle but it still hurt, but than after he had it buried balls deep in my ass, I could feel his hairy balls against my ass, the pain subsided. He began to slowly fuck my. As far as ‘abusing’ you, can you honestly say that you’ve enjoyed none of it?”I didn’t say so out loud, but I had, of course. Even the ‘punishments’ hadn’t exactly qualified as medieval torture. Maybe I was a bit of a masochist at heart anyway. I tried to maintain my angry tone though as I said, “Why should I believe any of that?” She sighed again and sat down at the table.“Go open that cabinet behind you, where the glasses are. Now, look inside that travel mug in the back.”I did, unscrewing.