How did you know?" She asked. The woman didn't seem immediately familiar, although she could see now that they were about the same age. "We went to Cl...overfield High together. You were a grade below me. I'm Rebecca." She said, extending a hand. Michelle shook it and smiled, while secretly hoping the girl wasn't some jilted fem fatale who was bearing a decade-long grudge for a stolen boyfriend or something.Rebecca continued: "I'm sure you don't remember me. I was awkward and kind of nerdy back. "Make my dick as hard as yours is."I did my best to take his cock back into my mouth, feeling the warm, pulsing bone grow even harder as it inched down my throat. Tony thrust forward, the head of his cock driving back against my exposed throat. I reached up, grabbing his hips to stop him from completely impaling my face on his menacing weapon."I said no hands bitch," Tony barked, as he reached to his tool belt and whipped off a roll of duct tape. "Put your hands together behind your neck," he. "Susan, feel how smooth the material feels across her belly."Susan brought her hand up hesitantly. Bill gently grasped her hand and firmly guided it to the waistband. As soon as the girl's fingertips were touching the material and making small indentations, Bill drew the hand down slowly."See how well it lays against the skin," Bill said softly as the girls fingers entered the wet area and continued down.Linda shook and a small groan escaped her lips as she felt the small fingers graze across. Another man -- other men, even -- to satisfy this masochistic streak. Andwhat happens afterward? Does he take me home? Do we sleep in the samebed? Do I fall in love with the other guy? Did I want to think ofCharles as not being man enough to handle his wife? Did I want to thinkof other men as a menu? Does Charles want to be replaced? Does he wantto replace me?Hell, I wasn't naive. I had friends who had slept around on theirspouses. Marci, a friend of mine from work, had slept with half of.