“Good girl,” Sean said, kissing my neck, his fingers still inside my pussy, “Now, my little slut, I don’t think it’s nice for you to be all ...appy and satisfied, while your husband has a steel-hard cock in his pants. So, bend down on the table. And you better be quick and not waste any time.”I knew better than to questioning his requests. Our guests were about to arrive.I bent down with my breasts mashed on the table already set for our dinner, my dress still up over my hips. Sean stroked my. Perhaps still today, as well.I sat, my chest resting on my knees, in the car as mom sped across town. Looking back, I'm sure she almost killed us more than once. At the time, I didn't care, I just felt like I was going to die anyway! Getting to the office was a little bit of a relief, because there was a chance to find out what the problem was and get some assistance.There was a nurse outside, waiting with a wheelchair, to get me into the building. It was so strange in there, almost eerie. They. It also symbolized something to me, that it would be an act of submission, of changing roles from an aggressor, a top, to something else. Now, I wanted it. I wanted that pink-tipped black dick inside me. I wanted it bad. Very bad.I felt him thrust harder until I felt like my hole was being ripped in two. The pain was mind- numbing as he slipped in about an inch. I had immediate second thought. He held me tight, and then slowly worked the rest in until I could feel his pubic hair on my ass. I. .NOW!" I began stripping my clothes off as I walked toward him. When I went to kiss him, gave a quick peck then pushed my head down toward his dick to suck him off..and I did. Between the heat in the bedroom on that hot June afternoon and his horniness, I myself became extremely aroused and my mouth became like a waterfall of wetness. He grabbed my jaw and pulled my ontop of him and said, "Put me in u now" So i grabbed his lube and put some on and in my asshole. After about 5 minutes of wincing.