We had talked about using lots of lube and after we both got undressed, Seth rolled me onto my tummy and raised my ass in the air. Spreading my cheeks... he squirted some lube on my dry asshole and used an index finger to loosten my tight ass. It felt good and he quickly was trying to add his middle finger into the mix, but it hurt."Owww!," I squirmed."Sorry," Seth apologized as he returned to just one finger. His left hand began to massage my back as he applied more lube and worked his index. I looked at him and said yes I thought his wife was hot. Over the next hour he painted many pictures in my mind of Misty getting fucked, Misty sucking his cock, Misty and Jon fucking at the Rangers baseball game in their car in the parking lot while people walked by. My cock was leaking precum and I was sure I was going to have a huge wet spot on my pants. Jon got his phone out and showed me a dozen or so photos of Misty, her tits, her pussy, her ass. I was hard and really wanted to grab. Thirty guys at 100 each meant 3,000. Nick DelVecchio wasn’t happy that she hadn’t done any parties this fall. As her bodyguard, she usually tipped him ten percent of the night’s fee. Three thousand dollars was more than she’d ever made from one dance in her entire life. If word got back to him that she turned down a 3,000 party … And what would Houlihan say? “Well, okay. Geez, that’s a lot of guys. They’re all from St. Veronica’s?” “Yeah, a lot of younger guys, freshmen and sophomores.”. Spicy. Those were my first impressions. And so sweet! I’m a primal girl: I love to taste my fingers when I’m masturbating, and I expected Cathy to taste the same, but she didn’t. Her flavours were more complex, more earthy, and very, very sexual. I moved my mouth away reluctantly, then looked up to make eye contact with her before my next move. I raised my hand between her legs and slipped a finger into her, which was no big surprise, but the hard balls she felt cupped in the palm of my hand.