Yes, I told her. ‘When I slid in next to you in that booth, and touched your skin, I knew I wanted you. It was over for me, I fell right then.’ He... smile lit up her face. When she replied, ‘Thank goodness,’ it wasn’t only her, my smile lit up the room. I was hoping I had found love. I slowly removed her clothing and made love to her. I started by rubbing her feet. I remembered her telling me how they hurt. I moved my way up her ankles to her calves. Once I reached her thighs she spread them for. .. To be honest, I was actually hoping that she would take charge and invite me to one of the parties. I thought about inviting myself, ‘to observe’, but I thought that was a little dangerous.”“I used to take the recordings of our sessions home with me and masturbate to them.” She admits. “I live alone, and I’d play them back over my sound system at high volume. Her whispered confessions, full of shame and perversion, and me on the couch, or in the bathtub, frigging myself silly for an hour. He didn't ask what remained. He ordered me to throw it away. He said it in such a way that it was clear he didn't want anything that had been in my house. He didn't want it contaminating his house.I ignored the insult. I suppose I had it coming. I went around the table and refilled their coffee cups. I was embarrassed about being naked and the fact that there was a woman witnessing my shame made it even more humiliating. And yet, all three of them went on about their business as if we didn't. My pussy is already so wet, I can feel it dripping down my legs. The train takes a sharp turn and someone bumps into me. Their hand finds my ass and gives a hard squeeze. It then finds my vibrator, pulls it out before slamming it back into me. I let out a loud gasp. A feel a weight on me, “ You like that don’t you slut?”, asks the man thats fucking me with the vibrator. I can only gasp in answer. He continues fucking meWith his other hand he lifts up my skirt, pushing my thong to the side.