I feel something wet and kind of cool on my asshole I'm not sure if it was spit but they started rubbing it around and slowly slipped slipped a finger...in my asshole, then two, then two more which felt like from a second-hand and they were pulling my asshole open, fingering it. Then as I feared I feel them pushing the head of something into my asshole. Forcefully not as slow as my boyfriend had tried unsuccessfully before. I feel the head go in, and a little bit of a sting as it pushed in, as I. I sought out her tongue, finding the organ as it sought to avoid contact, but it could scarcely escape. Instead it was forced to play with mine as I forced her to look at me. Those beautiful brown eyes were now filled with a plea, a woman’s plea to be treated like a wife. I chuckled at her naivete, seeing the hope turn to ashes in those brown pools. My lips parted hers, and I raised myself. Farhana was again looking away as I placed my hands on the cones my chest had felt earlier. They were. They weren't the bulging body builder type, but rathermore compact working muscles (around the plant we had a certain contemptfor body builders; we thought they were afraid to do any real work becauseit would make their muscles smaller and more efficient). I was, if anything,even stronger than I looked.The bar was a strip joint called the Silver Slipper.Ted was maybe 50, about 6' and around 200 lbs. Ted had me take my shirtoff. "Not too bad," he said, "but I was hoping for somebody maybe a. Martha's sources said that there were only a few regular customers at Jacqui's Place, and Karl's visits three times a week added to Jason's twice a week were about half of all the business. It was a great surprise, then when Jacqui inquired a price for Grant. It was an even bigger surprise to Martha when she offered to buy him without haggling for two thousand credits."Send Alf round to fetch me, I'll bring the money with me," said Jacqui.Martha did just that, but she was determined to remind.