Her head shot up, her eyes bulging. The sensation of the wide girth of the cock burrowing into her felt as though a fist had been stuck up into her be...ly, a sudden dull pain. She gasped, biting down on the piece of rope.However, the cock retreated and the pain faded, the rum by now dulling her senses. As the cock slid in for a second time it pushed slower, easing into the orifice gently. Mary realised that the pain was less than the first time she had been with a man, less than the curse even.. She was Arabic/middle eastern/Muslim and wore a head scarf; she was wearing one of those full dresses that I often saw women of this ethnicity wearing. I instantly noticed her hips and ass – her hips were wide and her ass jiggled with each step. She wasn’t fat, but she DEFINITELY had a chubby ass; and her dress was so thin it contoured to her figure as she walk, either she was wearing a thong or no panties at all. My eyes locked onto her ass as she walked and chatted in a foreign language. Once she got home she opened the app and filled out everything that they asked for, as long as it wasn't too personal. The only thing she couldn't do at work was upload her pictures. She didn't have any. It wasn't that she was against taking risque pictures of herself, or letting someone else do it for that matter, she just had never done it. As she sat on her back deck that evening enjoying a glass of wine she read a little more about the app and how it worked. No personal information was. The letter explained that she was devastated when she found out her husband had cheated on her and even worse when they had to move. She took it personally especially since her husband could not have kids that he was dipping his wick in anything that moved. She explained that she used me to get back at her husband and that the picture of the baby was mine. She told me not to freak out, that she did not expect anything from me and that her husband would raise my son as if it were his own. At one.