When she started to gag a bit, I didn’t care. I smiled to myself at the thought that I was using her like a fuck toy. And like a crack whore, hooker..., she was performing her roll as a fuck toy with expertise. It clearly wasn’t her first time to play the tramp to get what she wanted. I was just the lucky SOB that got to be there tonight. I could tell that I had caught her unprepared when I thrust my thumb deep inside her ass while at the same time shoving her head down firmly into my lap. I could. “Such a good Kitten, soaked like a good girl,” he growled in my ear, as he sunk inside me with a hard thrust. Panting I arched up and palmed my breasts, kneading them and tweaking my nipples. He moaned louder and thrust harder, fingers digging into my hips. I pushed back against him, moaning. I was so close again. I laced my fingers with his and dug my nails into his palms. He growled and thrust harder, one, two times. Stiffening as he emptied himself in me. I whimpered as he bit my neck again.. And who better to try it with than my wonderful husband?” she giggled, kissing him on the cheek.“So, with these working women, would the men that shared their beds ever… return the favor?”Serra flashed him a knowing grin. “Sometimes. Why?”“Well, I… couldn’t help but notice how one-sided that romp was, enjoyable as it was for me. But I do love taking care of my wife. Would it be ok if I-”“Thought you’d never ask.”Serra rolled over on her back, spreading her legs for Malik. He began his. "Hi" I said smiling, leaning on the counter as the other hand dug up my id and credit card "Good morning sir" she said with a thick southern accent, not slutty on but sultry. Smiling back at me, her dimples lifted up on her cheeks, GOD that was cute.By then I had gotten a better look, her dirty, blonde hair d****d over her tight pinstripe blazer pushing up her shimmery red blouse and ample bosom, I'd bet they were sizable Cs. We went through the normal check in process, and light small talk,.