Rachel glared at me in anger before turning to face away from me. Her face was bright red. “Don’t be embarrassed.” “It’s kind of icky.” �...You want to talk about it at home?” “No,” she motioned to the bartender for another martini. “It’s Dad’s fault.” The man was an uptight, religious prude. Neither of us particularly liked him. Her mother attended church weekly and walked around with a stick up her ass, too. But her mother wasn’t a raging dick. Rachel inherited their uptight nature but not their. ." I pushed in a little deeper. Her nails dug into my back, which caused me to plunge my hips forward and then my cock was all the way into her. She gave out a small scream and hugged me tightly. She slowly moved her hips giving little gasps as she could feel me deep inside her. She was so tight in there I was sure she would cut of the blood flow to my cock. I began fucking her ass, gently at first but soon I was pounding it hard. It felt soooo damn good! Freeda was biting her lip trying to. You had to be a repeat customer to order the ?48 hour special,? as he liked to call it. The thought of paying someone for their services turned her on even more, because after paying $2,000 for eight hours of his service, she was damn sure she was going to get what she wanted out of the experience. To pay that much money for his services made him her bitch immediately, which is exactly what she was going to make him – her Bitch; her Slave; her Whore. Myles met her on a late Saturday. ” The atmosphere in the stateroom changed suddenly as anger and discomfort seemed to melt away and replaced by more playful, teasing banter. “So, husband, you want your balls tied while you watch me have sex with another man?” “Yes. It shames me to say it, but yes.” “Shhhhh, there is no room in our lives for shame,” Audrey said gently. She got up and moved to the smallish closet and removed one of her jogging shoes. Walking provocatively in bumps and grinds towards the bed she began.