At 2 AM I could stand it no longer. I slipped from the bed, away from the bulk of my sleeping husband. Normally his body was exactly what held me and ...comforted me and lulled me to slumber. But tonight his deep breathing seemed to intrude on the silence that was surrounding me.I pulled on a pair of shorts. I had been sleeping in nothing but a t-shirt. I disdained underwear. Pausing only to catch up my room card, I tiptoed to the door that connected to the adjoining room. My vision, already night. One pink pill and five blue ones lay peacefully in the black velvet lined pocket. She pressed herself against the wall, heart hammering. Drugs? She didn’t even want to drink here with these guys, and now she was going to take drugs?Back in the room she heard Han say, “What’s with your friend? I thought you said she was cool.”Dennis laughed, “Yeah, she looks like she needs to get on her bicycle and go home.”Jamal defended her, “Naw, man, she’s just a little shy.”“Guys, guys, come on, be cool,”. My motto has been sex with anyone and everyone. I look like a big fashion model an elite rich one.People are intimidated to talk to me. But the thing till today has been that I always like spontaneous sex with lower class and old men. I enjoy getting groped in bus, trains. I let auto and rickshaw pullers have fun with my boobs and ass if they want to. I mostly never pay for traveling, pizza or even rent. I let people have my body for that, but that’s a story for some other day. So, I moved to. I push harder and faster. I slip in a third finger and then a fourth. You scream in fear and pain, begging me to stop. Im going to stretch your pussy and fist fuck you! I growl. Im so lost in my lust I dont notice the tears streaming down your face. I shove my hand into your pussy and start pumping, your walls contracting around my hand. I put my lips on your clit and lick in time with my pumping. You start to shake. You try to control yourself and not like what is happening to you but your.