I took my glass, sipping it slowly and enjoying the soothing warmth as it hit my throat. “I’m ready…”. I paused and looked up at him down from my knees. I wanted all of him. I continued to slowly scoop bits and bits of their cum on to my fingers and lick it, savouring each drop. I did not care about the consequences or the risks that this would entail. I need more. I’m your fucking whore! He was the one that exposed me to this whole situation. “You guys almost there?” Rodney asked the others. About 6 months ago when we were going to hang out at his friend’s place, my husband asked me to dress ‘extra special’. I belong to the boys now. “He wanted to do date night with me when he found out that you guys couldn’t hang this weekend.” They snickered at this.
