She was facing me in sleep and her mouth was open, may be due to tiredness. I got the courage and placed my arms on her neck and instantly placed my m...outh on hers.She opened her eyes in surprise and seeing me tried to push me away. But my arms were strong enough that she couldnt avoid me. I kissed her passionately and she started to hit me hard with her feeble hands.Finally she pushed me away and whispered in anger, “Keerthan, what are you doing? Is this the way you behave with the ones who. She explained how she and her husband viewed prostitution. That a call girl was dispensing happiness and should be compensated like everyone else, such as masseuses, or bartenders, etc. That she and her husband felt as Robert Heinlein, who wrote in one of his books that 'there are more honest prostitutes than honest lawyers'.But she turned down my invitation. We had one more glass of wine and she was gone, leaving behind the memory of a goodbye kiss that could have melted Gibraltar.She phoned. Britt held up her skirt and pushed her arse out on the edge of the sofa. With her legs spread wide she was one big invitation, which Orla was not going to let pass. He moved in on his knees, but just before he was going to put that cock into my wife Alice said:- Hey, let me. She jumped over to sit beside Britt, and then she grabbed Orla's cock and guided it into Britt. I heard a loud, erotic moan as he sunk it to the bottom in one long push, and soon he was working my wife's cunt in long, hard. He made sure they hit overlapping and on the same spots as the previous ones. I was nearly to the point of screaming. “Look, she is rubbing her cunt she is so turned on!” one of the guys yelled. It was true, I was rubbing my clit hard and my pussy was dripping. I had never felt so used and slutty, and fucking hot. Five more blows were delivered to my burning ass. He had stepped up his efforts. I heard the belt sing through the air each time. I couldn't hold it in any more; I screamed with each.