Bruce had taken hold of both my hips and was ramming the entire eight inches of his sex organ in to my anal cavity with no remorse. With each powerful...am of his fuck tool into my anus, I was pushed farther on to Charlie's rock hard cock, I was gagging as his penis glans struck the back of my mouth and the entrance to my esophagus. Trying to maintain my balance, as the two of these horny bastards sexed me from both ends, gave them opportunity to fulfill their sexual lusts. First Charlie erupted. I get out and suddenly feeling tired, I decide to crawl into bed and take a nap. I feel so good. The sheets are cold against my showered hot skin. My clit is still throbbing. It has a mind of its own. As my finger finds its way to my clit, it twitches and begs to be touched by him. It is so sensitive. I slowly circle my clit. I am so wet. I give my pussy one final caress as if to say, “Four more hours Kitty and he will be home”. I am smiling as I drift off. I wonder what is going on in. Maybe another day ... She looked at herself in the mirror, the dress looked good on her. It seemed a little tight across the bust; the assistant suggested she try on the next size up. She helped her unfasten the zip and catch at the top, and Cristine slipped out of the dress, handing it to the assistant, who had to bend down to pick up the hanger where it had fallen to the floor. Of course, when the assistant went to stand up, her face was right at the level of Cristine’s groin, and she was. The kind of sensitive new man who would send me links to feminist websites with emails saying “thought you might be interested” and who would worry about sexually objectifying or exploiting me when, truth be told, that was exactly what I wanted him to do. One night he was at mine & we were lying on the bed, fully dressed, watching a tacky documentary about sex workers in a brothel in Germany, if I remember right. I think I’d told him I was interested in it – which I was, but I think I was.