The smell of the coffee made me think of Vic’s Coffee Bar, which made me think of Rodolfo, and that made me think of being such a slut and getting f...ucked in the alley. I frowned with regret. Oh, I didn’t regret having sex with Rodolfo or having sex with him in the dirty alley next to a smelly, disgusting trash dumpster. I regretted that I would have to avoid Vic’s for a while and go to another coffee shop on River Street. The regret was that I would miss the blueberry scones at Vic’s. In. Then I feathered my fingers back down his member, softly fluttering them against the rigid pole. Wally groaned and broke the kiss so that he could look down at my painted red fingernails running up and down across his sac and his rampant member which was straining against the light material of his shorts. I reached into Wally's shorts and gently stroked his scrotum using my fingernails to lightly sc**** against the sensitive skin. Wally groaned and began to kiss me passionately again and with. He stretched out on the bed and rolled towards her and took her in his arms, hugging her and caressing her back and flanks. Katherine began to slowly relax. He began by hugging her to his breast and calming her tears. His bride relaxed as she realized her imminent rape was not to be forthcoming. Loosening his grasp, Dunrossiter slid an arm from around her naked back and began rubbing it along her side. Slowly his hand began wandering further afield, and Katherine gasped quietly as she felt his. It was exactly right, it steeped her in humiliation right from the first moment of their meeting. The men loved it. Most of them had spent years trying to get their wives or girlfriends to take it up the ass, now, here was this hot-bodied woman who whispered in their ear, when the time came, to please fuck me up the ass, I want your cock in my ass. Soon after that, I started taking her out in public, picking up men at bars and clubs, her ass-fucking them in the back hallways and mens rooms..