That's when she started telling me the truth. She was so sorry for leading me on. She said she meant nothing by it. People in chat rooms do it all the...time. It's kind of a sexual turn-on like having phone sex. Nobody gets hurt. She thought I was just fantasizing, when in reality I was believing everything she told me. I guess I just thought my marriage was over and I found a new love, only at the time I must have been out of my mind.I do have to say I really felt hurt when she started telling. I pressed the tube into the hand behind me…After a long, maddening delay, I felt the slickened head of a cock pressing against my asshole. I pushed back and felt the hard shaft, slick with the lubricant, sliding into my tight butt. Good thing I decided to wear high heels today…The extra height made it easier to work the hard cock up inside me.Soon, it was sank balls deep into my tight asshole. It started moving against me, only very slight movements, but enough to do the job. I pushed back. Being fucked hard. Being treated as if the only value she had was a ass and titties. And deep down as with all women she knew this to be true.Joy could feel her pussy being pounded she could feel her love juices squirting out between his hard aggressive thrusts. She could barely remember her name. This must be what being fucked silly meant. She was helpless to resist his sexual domination over her body. She was turned around and lifted in the air her arms wrapped around his neck her legs spread. It’s really important.” He looked at her, concern darkening his handsome features, “What is it love? Talk to me.” She frowned and shook her head only ever-so slightly as she mouthed, “Not now.” There were tears of frustration in her eyes as she slid off his lap and sat back down, putting him between herself and Mark. She glanced over as Mark pulled Amanda up onto his knee just as their taxi drew to a halt outside a brownstone apartment. “Hey, what’s this?” Simon looked puzzled, “This isn’t a.