And there's no nice way to say it but Tracey was the village slapper! I don't know if every village or small town has one, but my mine definitely did....She wasn't exactly a regular in my local pub but she did pop in every now and then and I had spent time talking to her on a few occasions, without seeing any clear signs that she was as predatory as I had been led to believe by a few different people.After we'd spent one night getting quite friendly in the pub I was actually warned by the pub. He held her hips as he fucked her hard and fast. I could hear her telling him to go faster and harder. He only lasted about five minutes and when I saw him raise up on tip toes and his ass cheeks pinced tightly together I knew he was done. As he stepped away she remained bent over and his buddy took his place inside my wife's Vagina. He started out with slow strokes but soon he picked up speed and soon he was slapping his nuts against my wife's pussy lips. He empted his nuts into her and pulled. Sheila turned on her heels, walked inside, and the rest of us followed into the cabin’s great room. If the building appeared big from the outside, standing in the middle of the cathedral hall, the misty room seemed to go on forever. A massive freestanding stone fireplace dominated the central space with a blazing fire radiating heat and light in all directions.The distant ceiling towering over the open space was almost lost in the shadows and the smoky haze of the great room. Rustic rough. She learned that her pussy and ass could make her a lot of money. She went from the nasty street whore to a high classed call girl. Now her clients did not pick her up in a car but came to her beautiful condo. Her male friends were very influential business or political men. They paid well for the service Amy provided that their wives would not think of doing for them. Her best client was the chief of police. He came at least twice a week and he loved to be controlled by Amy and get his ass.