He gasps, grunts, moans and sighs as I push my thumb in. Inside his ass, I curl my fingers into a fist, and fist fuck him, going deeper into him until...my wrist was at his asshole opening. He was gasping, bent over, in pain, “You want me to stop? Just say the word,” I say. He nods, but doesn’t make a sound. I pound harder, just to see if he would do anything, but he just starts to match my thrusts. I smile as I stop pushing and letting him thrust me in deeper into him. He moans as I caress his. I absent-mindedly brought my right arm out to meet hers, and immediately felt stupid as the plastic card in my hand shoved into hers. “Oops, sorry. This is for you.” I handed the card over to Kyle, who I’m assuming grabbed it, my eyes were still on Diana. I reached my hand out once again, now free from obstruction. “I’m Joel, nice to meet you.” Her hand was warm, and despite the moisture on her forehead and chest, her hand was dry and soft. It felt lovely to hold in my own. Sure I’d held. That got a good laugh and then I was asked locked out of where? I hadn't said that part, or that I worked here and didn't want to. I lied and said my friend was meeting me on Saratoga to give me my keys back, hoping they would be satisfied. I was feeling confident this would work out ok and as I turned to go one of the guys grabbed my sweater dress and pulled it to the side enough for them to get a good view of my thong covered butt! Next came the comments, wow bitch I bet you'd love some of. ”Susan squeezed my hand and nodded understandingly.“But I was able to fuck all those men, three at a time, because I have a pussy, a mouth, and an asshole, but Bobby only has one cock, the poor dear—no matter how many women I bring together to fuck him, he can only fill one hole at a time. There’s nothing a group of women can do for him that I can’t do myself. I’m at my wit’s end.” I felt like crying. Susan squeezed my hand and stroked it.“It’s true that Bobby only has one cock,” she said.