"Please ... fuck ... me..." she begged in labored gasps. When he still didn't enter her, she began pleading more urgently. "Please ... ram your cock i... me ... fuck me until I cum all over your dick. Ohhhh ... please ... fuuuuuckkkk..."Satisfied with his arousing of her body, Martin entered her again, this time slowly pushing forward until his whole thickness was embedded in her quivering walls. He didn't move and Stacy, her body being driven crazy with desire, bucked her hips, trying to fuck. Two minutes later, Jason scooped me round the waist with his strong arm and guided me to the elevator, presumable up to his hotel room to collect on our bet. I was excited, nervous, slightly scared, but totally horny. This was not a first for Steve and I, but I always had butterflies as I knew I was about to fuck another man, and this night was no different. My pussy twitched, my head spun and my tummy rumbled as the anticipation rushed through my body. I'm not sure what Jason and Steve. Was she using it on dad I wondered, or again did she use it on another female partner. As I rummaged further I came across a two pronged toy - "goodness," I thought, "does mum stick one end up her arse at the same time as she fucks her pussy with the other part?"My thoughts were again interrupted by a shout from downstairs, but this time it was my mum."Come on darling, dinner's almost ready, and your dad can't wait to see what his sexy little daughter is going to wear for us."I went back to. Did I want to watch what it might contain? Could I bear to watch what it might conceal? To what depths of depravity would my wife have plummeted this time, if indeed it was what I feared it to be? Nevertheless, stomach churning, I steeled myself and inserted it. The same room – this time though, only 1 chair. Same threadbare carpet, covered once again with a clear polythene sheet. To the back of the room though, a wooden table now stood. On it was some sort of glass bowl, cans of beer, an array.