." He paused and looked at me purposefully... "entertainment?" Although my fingers could feel a hardness I hadn't felt for a while, I was taken aback ...by what he was insinuating. He'd obviously mistaken me for some sort of prostitute. Probably a very expensive one to be sure, but a prostitute just the same. The irony of the situation was comical and although my initial reaction was to feel insulted, after a couple of seconds contemplation I thought, "Why not? I can do this."While my mind raced. Hard. I hated that part. I've never been smacked by some bitch before, though I've smacked plenty of bitches. Afterwards, she had me lie on the carpet, legs and arms spread. Sholonda knelt beside me, and held a very large dildo in her hand. Without a word, she jammed it inside my pussy. I couldn't it. She just rammed it in. I howled as Sholonda began slamming the dildo inside of me. Laughing, she fucked me harder, seemingly turned on by my screams.I had never had something like this done to me.. Rob didn’t have to worry, the tape Mrs. Zamora was carrying was one of her pleasuring herself. Today, she and Mrs. Jones were planning on watching each other’s tapes, while they munched on pussy. Rob decided to stop what he was doing and see what the two women were up to. Just then his phone rang. It was his friend Bill. He told Bill to hurry over, that something sexual might be coming up. Bill was at Rob’s house in less than five minutes. The Jones’s have a large house, so it was easy for Rob. Her shaved head, nowpopulated by silver grey bristles was covered by a smart silk headscarfand of course the mack had a hood should the inevitable English rainmanifest. Melanie was in her smart work clothes covered by a Kleppermack she had bought on a German excursion. Ruth wore a twinset andpearls with a pleated skirt surmounted by a black SBR mack from her owncatalogue.They knocked on the door of Judy's office, the secretarial staff havingfinished for the day an hour ago. Judy called them in.