That's a good little whore. Deeper, whore."That's the girl."*A knocking at the door."Oh god," Jo said."Don't stop," I said. "Just go on doing what you...'re doing." But --" Now."Jo continued doing it."Who is it?" I said."Excuse me... it's Philip Dunstan. I'm looking for my wife. Have you seen her at all?" Oh god," Jo said."I told you not to stop." I twisted her hair and put her gasping mouth back where it had been. "She's busy," I said to the door."What?"Jo was moaning softly."I said your wife is. I could feel my cunt getting wetter with his every word. And to be honest I always thought being dominated would be sexy. His hands went from my hips up to the hem of my top, pushing it up he soon found my lace bra. He whistled quietly as he moved to cup my breasts. I smiled, watching his hands explore over my soft skin. He kissed my neck as he started to work his hand against my breast, I shuddered with anticipation. Raising my arms, he quickly understood that as the signal. Pulling my top. To their mild surprise, the film was not porn at all! Far from it! It was an old Laurel and Hardy classic from the early thirties, and before five minutes had passed, everyone in the room was smiling at the antics of the two master clowns."Well, we might as well start a little smoking," said Helen as the film continued. Reaching into a drawer in the small table at the end of the couch, she came out with a joint of marijuana. She lit it, took a hit, and passed it across to Mavis.About halfway. He was dressed in saggy pants. He looked at me. I checked him out. He had a lip piercing. I think it was a Labret peircing. He looked like a tough thug or gangster. He said "baby, you look hot". I thanked him and he put his on my waist and asked what size bra did I wear. I thought that was a very strange thing to ask and I told him 36C. He started asking lots of questions.He asked if I was interested in black men. I told him I never thought about it. He put his hands on my butt and pulled me.