He picks it up and ties it to his thick belt. He looks me over one last time. There is no sympathy or even pity in his eyes, no emotion at all, he was...simply looking me over for something worth taking. Seeing nothing he turns and leaves without a word.It is quiet for a time. The woman slowly gets to her hands and knees. Silently she dresses. She is turned away from me, trying to salvage some shred of dignity despite what had happened. She repeatedly and angrily swipes away tears from her cheeks. I could feel his cum seeping from my ass.“Look,” he began, “Betty and I haven’t had sex since right after Cindy was born. For almost sixteen years, the only sex I’ve had has been with my hand. Nobody can ever know about this.”“I would never put you in that position,” I promised.Again, we sat in silence for several minutes. We were both still naked, and I could not pull my eyes from his sexy, hairy, muscular body. Then, I saw it; his cock twitched.I didn’t even think about it; I just acted. . He had no option of spitting it, he took the entire thing in him. There was little cum on his nose, cheeks and lips too.Now, I took him to my bathroom and started pissing on him. I wanted him to open his mouth and drink my piss. But he did not want too. Shits! I had to slap him again. Then, he gulped few ounces of my piss too.Ahhhh!! I was done now. I was feeling so relieved and happy.Now I saw a man in my bathroom, who is a CA, has a reputed job, a car, and a handsome package. He is sitting. "Did you have a nice night?"Almost immediately, and without waiting for him to answer, she worked her lips back down over his prick, swallowing it whole again. He groaned, feeling his cock disappear into her mouth. She was holding his balls in one small hand, squeezing them just enough to make his cock stab a little deeper into her mouth, her throat opening to take it deep.Her other hand was between her legs, teasing her pussy while she sucked him. Again Becky looked up, her blue eyes almost.