No, not twice. With two different guys. I get that all mixed up. It was two different guys. One I did it with, oh, probably fifteen or twenty times. H... was the first guy. We made love.With the second guy, we fucked. Know the diff? It's easy. Making love is calm and orderly, fucking is not, it's disorderly. Messy, wild, out of control, crazy, hot. Fucking.Now, of the two, I generally prefer the latter. You might think that means I'm a slut. Well, I might be, it's hard to judge. I sure love to. " Anna watches as Tom helps the young woman up onto a long, stainless steel table, telling her that this is her final chance to change her mind. "Please give me the spit!" Anna is amazed that the woman can lie so calmly on the metal table, with her arms bound behind her back, but this is soon forgotten.Tom brings out a metal pole, about six feet long, with a very sharp point on one end, placing the tip under the edge of the blonde's ass. The table is long enough to hold most of the spit,. It was pure black and had no shitty tack patterns on it. He smiled again and said 'I don't think so you might need a bit more chrging up' I new now what was going to happen. Before I could even think he pulled me up to him and started kissing me. Our tongues were messaging each others, my cunt was desperate for some penetration. He started stoke my leg with his gloved hands and they worked their way to my already dripping cunt. He started to remove my knickers and finger me. 'aaaahhhhh' I. That's what Mickey said. But maybe he had a fix in with Mickey. Or maybe he had me wired. I had to slip everyone.I was mad, but not demented. I knew I had to be methodical. I hired another investigator to do a discreet check for electronic eavesdropping devices. My house, car, phone. Eureka! There was a bug attached to my car and another to my landline. Nothing else. No nanny cams or hidden mikes or anything else, though he warned me about cell phones in general. The two things were probably.