What's your name?" The woman hung her ownblack leather handbag on the back of her stool. As I watched she clickedher fingers which was the signal to m...ake the barman stop whatever he wasdoing and attend to her needs immediately. "A Manhattan please, Karl."Obviously she knew his name."Emma. Emma Price." This was good. This was very good. Usually it wasmen who approached me, and I had no real interest in men. Even whenwomen did approach me, most assumed I was gay and simply wanted a 'gaybest. .. Just thought I'd introduce you now since he probably won't show up." and with that he began laughing. "I will be there." I said without conviction. I left work shortly after that. I knew I didn't have a chance of finding a date and even if I did there was no telling what she would look like. I was franticly trying to come up with a solution when Michelle came home. I put on a half-hearted smile and asked, "how was school angel?". She started to respond but cut herself short after seeing me. He was beyond caring about me; I was just a warm, wet hole to use. He was slamming into me almost viciously, and I offered only willingness in return. I could not even imagine being used like this, and it turned me on. I knew I was now totally hooked on abuse and humiliation, more than I ever thought before, and this was the ultimate experience. My wife was back at my ear, urging me on. ‘You’ve got him all, slut. Every last inch. I don’t even think I could do that, slut. You’re incredible. Wait. “I told you not to stop, Ashik” shobha looked up and said while she was drooling.Before she could protest anymore, Ashik grabbed her face and kissed. He pulled her over to her seat and pulled down her pants. Then he caught her panties and moved it to a side exposing her wet pussy. He climbed on top of her and thrust his cock in.Shoba put her arms and legs around him. There wasn’t much space to move, but Ashik still kept thrusting his cock in Shobha’s pussy. She moaned loudly.“Fuck me, Ashik...