Was I a slut? Am I a slut. To be used by men for their enjoyment. I had to laugh, for I suddenly realized that this latter part was my marriage: Being... used by hubby. The selfish bastard.KMart was coming back into view. Driving more carefully, more attentively, I switched lanes. The centre. The right. The turn lane.Fear gripped me.A quick glance over my left shoulder, a mighty jerk on the steering wheel, and I was propelling the car recklessly back into the line of traffic. I breathed a sigh of. “Atrin,” Ariela spoke calmly, her gaze settling on his, “Would publicly executing this tart help our cause at all?”Sophia’s mouth opened in shock but, snapping, Ariela whipped two fingers towards her, a bolt of emerald hitting the blonde in the chest. She took a step back, not from the impact but from surprise, her glare turning sour as she opened her mouth to speak.Atrin raised an eyebrow as Sophia’s lips moved, her expression becoming increasingly exasperated as she talked, yelled, screamed,. ”“Let's do it.”“I don't know. I don't want trouble.”“Please, take me. I need this. I want to go with you. You won't be sorry.”Just then her grandfather came in the room with the money and saw Carla talking to me.“Well, good luck, Josh. It was nice working with you.” She put one of the dishes on the table and shook my hand.“Good luck with your course and I hope you get to work with your Uncle Charley.”“Thanksw,” she smiled, then picked up the dish.“Here you go,” her grandfather said, handing me. The next thing I felt was the boy behind me penetrate me and begin thrusting furiously into my pussy. The other boy put his dick in my hand and made sure I wouldn’t hurt his dick as he placed his hand firmly on my neck to keep me from trying anything. I stroked his shaft and looked at him while I felt my pussy take a beating. He smiled as my eyes widened in reaction to the other boy giving my ass a hard slap.After a few minutes of that, the boy choking me said, “Let me fuck her.” They switched.