Even with only a few sips of vin de Kwik-Save, the message of bliss was coming through the Progressive House pulse beats and Janine was already feelin... more than ready. But, as usual, it was Edie who was the one to find the source of the wellspring and to partake of its flowing treasures. And in this case, the source was a young guy with hair so short it was almost blue and a capacious jacket with as many pockets as were humanly feasible, including pockets hidden inside pockets. And then there. The madam made me service fifty men a day. She kept the money and gave me some food, let me take a bath, and then I got a few hours sleep before it started all over again the next day.After a few days they all looked alike. They were dirty, they smelled bad, and they all needed a good shave. Their breath was foul and the madam made me suck all of their cocks before and after sex. It was gross and I threw up a few times.Thirty-nine days later my husband came back to get me. He waited until. Damn, talk about a proper screwing there ... she was fucking me by riding me cowgirl-style, whereas she diddled David by cheating on or dumping him (or both).Then I saw him. David fucking Schuyler, bound to a chair in the school clinic, forced to watch his girlfriend get it on with another fellow. Amber turned around and winked at her beau, even as he strained against his bonds. She even blew him a kiss while she kept bouncing up and down on my pole. It felt incredible to know that I planted. It was bitter and a little salty and large slops of watery cum started trickling down my throat right away. I closed my lips around his cock, which he seemed to like, because he grunted and really started thrusting. He took a step forward and really bucked his hips in those fast jabs of wild fucking animals. His cock really started jamming down my throat and I gagged on it over and over, tears running down the sides of my face and into my loose black hair. But I wanted it, and I almost wanted.