He was going to fuck me like a girl and I couldn’t stop him. ‘Yeah! What a lovely tight pussy you have cunt! I’m going to love fucking you!’ S...aying that he did, sliding his huge cock in and out of my ass. It hurt, God how it hurt, but he didn’t care. I clamped one hand over my mouth to stop from screaming as he gradually fucked his way inside me. With my face burning with shame I could only stand there and let this unknown man fuck me like a dirty little crossdressing faggot bitch. His hand. Why can't they make up their minds? Pete bet all black chips, enough so that the table used two box-men. Whenever we changed tables, an extra box-man would sit down at the new table. Whenever he had a chance, he would rub my ass, sometimes through my skirt and at other times reaching under it to massage my butt cheeks, protected only by a thong. It was beginning to bother me, this business of treating me like a possession, but he had in fact bought most of me for the night, so I couldn't. . and see whatup with Doug...Lights in the driveway, he's here. Good. How do I ask about this,hmmmm. David walks in the door. Well here goes."David, how've ya been? I'll get some bowls and chopsticks so wecan sit at the table and talk."After some small talk while settling in at the table, I bring itup. "Here's the thing. I was trying to go though your mother'scloset to 'thin it out' and see what can be done with her things.I think most of it should be yours, but we've had this discussionbefore.. She deftly undid his trousers and slid her hand inside his boxers, wrapping her fingers around his hard member. “Fuck,” he cried out and braced himself against her. She grinned impishly. “I believe you already said that.” She continued to stroke him, alternating between feather light touches and hard strokes. “It’s not nice to tease,” Ron growled. “Don’t seem to like it as much when the shoe is on the other foot, do you?” she said a second.