"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," the man on me cried out as he suddenly stopped moving. I could feel him inside me now, his cock jerking and throbbing, spray...ing my insides with his seed. He remained connected to me for several long minutes, his foul breath showering my face with a putrid smell as he panted, trying to catch his breath."Lazy, whore," he barked at me. "If I wanted a cold bitch to fuck I'd go home to my wife!" he added moving away. Someone said something else to him about his wife to a. In the age of online it was doing what nowhere or no one else seemed willing to do, provide niche services a home to operate and things and experiences one could only get in person. It was located down at the marina, surrounded by the sea and some beautiful property as well as, when you ventured further back, away from the waterside it started getting into the more industrial working class areas. In short it was the perfect location for what they were trying to do, catering to both ends of the. If I live to be a hundred, I'll never know why she picked us as her party mates for the night. She never said and neither one of us ever asked. Maybe it was because we weren't trying to impress her like some of the other romeos out there.Our costumes weren't terribly exotic or original. I was dressed as a Roman gladiator (a glad-he-ate-her, har-har) and Nick was a Greek god of some sort.I had found some old sandals I'd had and rigged them up with leather straps to look like Roman shoes. I had. With buzz-cut hair, and a friendlier face, he grinned, hoping that his guests came in peace. Shit, guys, I wasnt expecting you here. Youre Brittany, huh? he looked at Johns girlfriend as if all the puzzle pieces were coming together in his mind. Look, youre welcome here, I got no beef with you. But just so youre aware, most of the guys from the football team will be here tonight. If they cause you problems, you tell me, and Ill get rid of them. But I dont want you to start shit either, okay?.