I wastorn between my fear of being raped, and Sofia's needing of some guy topull out the butt plug and replace it with his meat.An hour later I was at...Rungo's home. In real life I would describe him asbeing a 'fat creep'. Pornographic magazines were strewn all over hisgrotty apartment. Lucky for him Sofia didn't need much convincing to getnaked and she was soon on her knees sucking his cock.He possessed a lot of BDSM torture equipment that quite frankly terrifiedme, but Slut Sofia found. It was an ecstatic agony as I pressed my loins fully against her as the friction of her pussy walls clasped at me relentlessly. My heavy balls slapped hard against her prone body again and again, my cock fully embedded inside her at the apex of each thrust. My determination not to climax was eroding rapidly as my cock swelled to its maximum. The mystery woman was writhing, her body rising and falling from the small of her back. The swelling of my cock had not gone unnoticed; her tightening. ”“You need to take this seriously, Mr. A.,” Natalie admonished. “Truth or dare, Mr. A.?”He drew in a deep breath as if he were bracing himself. “Truth.”“How many women have you been with.”My eyes bulged.Dad groaned. “Uh, seven.”My cheeks burned as I realized it was my turn. I bit my lip. “Natalie, truth or dare?”“Dare!” Her blonde hair flew as she threw her arms up into the air. “Dare! Dare! Dare!”“Uh, I dare you to drink an entire can of soda without stopping.”“Ugh, that’s child’s play,” she. My cunt was on fire all day. Thankfully the afternoon was packed with meetings that kept me engaged and not thinking about…other things.I got home around 6pm. Alex was watching YouTube on our large TV and yelled out “Hey Mom!” A few moments later he bounded into the kitchen. We chatted about school, homework, his soccer coach, and other aspects of his day. Everything seemed normal. Better even. I eventually overcame my nerves and asked, “So did the migraine pill work again?” “Mom,” he.