..”“Exactly. Everything I’ve said so far is perfectly okay.”“You’re leaving something out.”Heather rolled her eyes, her tone growing mor... annoyed. “Then she asked if you were in an open relationship. When you said no, she backed off, right?”“She did, finally.”“So what’s the problem?”“The problem is I was dry humped at work.”“Oh, Jesus Christ, Darius! Never mind! No pegging tonight! I’m not even in the mood anymore.” Heather pushed the giant, harnessed schlong off the bed. It hit the floor with. I was dreaming I was being carressed in my state off sl**py arrousal, someone was pushing his cock into my pussy from behind and in my subconsious mind I was backing into his weapon of love, offering my pussy to him in my desperate need to cum. The feeling was exquisite I was feeling full and each stroke was taking me to that magical point of no return. I was humping some imaginary cock and mouthing the dirtiest of expletives a female can mouth, when suddenly I awoke, froze and realized I had a. I casually lobbed the phone in the direction of my husband and noticed that one of the female assistants was standing by the doorway and had hitched her skirt up and was playing with herself as she watched us, l smiled and then grabbed the hair of the assistant saying ' fuck me hard you bastard l'm going to come' he just speeded up and l was soon screaming as my orgasm hit me and then he was thrusting hard as he pumped his spunk into my pussy.We stayed like that for a minute and then he pulled. I was mortified at the thought of him having washed me, touched me, who knows how and where I had been violated and maybe even raped by this man. I grimaced in revulsion. He, that’s how I thought of him simply as ‘He’. He faced me with the soapy cloth and washed my tear-streaked face. ‘You still are breathing out smoke, see.’ He showed me the dark stain on the cloth, ‘You will for a few more hours or maybe even days, I am not really sure. But I looked it up on the Net, and you should be ok in.