He smiled at me and and pointed his fingers at me like a gun.“Hands up!” He shouted.I put my hands up and smiled as he walked closer to me. He too... the dildo baton from my hand and cuffed my hands behind my back. I giggled as I rubbed my ass against his growing cock. Greg gave my ass a little squeeze as he walked me around his house a little and pretended to read my rights.“You have the right to remain a slut. Anything you have can and will be inserted into you tight little fuck hole.” He said. She moaned softly as his stiff cock filled her and his hand moved across her breasts, stroking both her nipples while his free hand slid down over her flat stomach and into her panties. His finger moved down until he could feel his own shaft as it thrust slowly in and out of her wet opening, feeling her juices on his cock. Running his finger over his shaft and her opening, he coated it with her wetness before sliding it up and over her stiff, sensitive clitoris. She gasped at the new. It was a way of transferring my pain to her - but not as pain, but as pleasure. And she came. Yes, all the old cliches about the woman's moanings and cries for "more" are all true. How else does one decribe actuality? But this woman I knew was different and sure enough, as I expected, I felt around my now aching fingers in her cunt an increase in moistness as the warm flow of the now augmented juices that I knew was the sign of her about to ejaculate. I was, for the first time in my long. He collapsed on my back momentarily with his cock and fingers still inside me. I think he thought that I had already reached my goal, but I was still on the edge, needing that extra thrust to put me over the top. Steve quickly realized this and pulled himself off me, rolling on his back next to me. I was still rubbing my clit trying to cum. My panties slid back in place over my ass and seemed to be holding most of his load inside me and keeping it off the bed. "Jenny, I am so sorry, I thought.