It was the most pain I had ever felt. "Quit all that God damn crying! You know you love my cock," he said as he pumped my ass. Then he smacked my ass,...got a hard grip on my hips, and started thrusting hard. The pain stopped. It felt good. It felt like someone was jacking me off from the inside. I moaned as I felt his chiseled hips pounding against my ass, his majestic balls smacking against mine, his right manly grip around my waist. "There you go! I knew the bitch would come out of you!" And. The other two guys I’d been with never came close to making me feel what I felt with Jerry. The next morning I woke with my head on Jerry’s shoulder. He slowly woke up which woke me up. He turned and started caressing my breast and I noticed a deep bruise on the upper part of his right arm. I pushed him away slightly and touched it, gently really. He unexpectedly winced so I guess it was painful for him. ‘Jerry, what’s this? That’s a pretty nasty bruise!’ He mumbled something, pulled me closer. ‘This is Vegas! What if that’s what it takes?’ Lauren’s humorous expression changed in an instant. ‘You know the answer, Grace, my career’s as important to me as yours is to you. I’d fuck a donkey if that’s what it takes!’ ‘A donkey?’ her sister cried, almost doubling over with laughter. Lauren began to laugh, too, and held out her upraised hand. ‘You know what I mean,’ she said, running her other hand through her blonde locks. ‘Besides, you’ve already told me what it was like with Lisa. Maybe. Jealousy burns my soul. Stepping into the room he presses her back to the wall. She lets the door closed behind them. His hand finds her breast. My heart stopped still, my stomach twisted a knot so tightly I gasp at the pain. She groans with pleasure pressing her bosom firmly into his hand encouraging him, as though she were starved for the very touch of a man. They kissed, sharing passion, devouring each other. His hand touches the first button of her blouse. I pause. He does.