Melanie had said no many times to them over the last six months but she never actually refused the boys anything. She discovered a long time ago, draw...ing a line for them would only make them want to cross it with her. It had been easier to embrace the role of their little sex hound.On some level, she enjoyed the rough, degrading sex tremendously. She also dreaded it and felt guilty about what she was doing with them and how it affected her son. She told herself that she was protecting him from. "What a surprise, of all the eating places in London, what are the chances that we would just happen to walk into the same pub," I smiled at her."Not really a surprise," Ellen replied. "Richard called earlier and said I should meet you both here if I wanted a tour of the building he's found. I've ordered fish and chips, want to share them with me?" No... You do know, of course, they don't actually wrap them in newspaper any more," I answered.Richard roared with laughter; Ellen just looked. He knelt and said, “Open yo’ door you little bitch.”He dropped his shirt over his condomed hardness and left his booth for my door. I unlocked it and let him in. The booth was cramped, but with the folding chair up, we could easily stand and shift around. He looked down at me, he was taller than my 5’6” and said, “Now, we goin all da way. Turn yo’ ass around and put yo’ dick through da hole for dat other bitch to suck. I turned and put my semi-hard cock through the hole. He moved behind. It continued to vibrate wildly inside me, causing my walls to grip urgently at the toy. With a nervous touch I pressed it the rest of the way inside me. The scream that ripped from my lungs was completely foreign to me. My body seized as every joint tightened up against the pleasure filling me to the core. With the entire thing deep inside me I began to thrust it slowly. I could feel myself tightening spastically around the invasion. Breathing raspily I began to daydream. Instead of alone in my.