My mind was in shock. I loved the way I was referred to as “the dirty slut.” Under normal circumstances I’d have been horrified to be called such names, but under these circumstances I revelled in it. “Her husband’s out in the stands watching the game,” he added with a laugh. He was tallish, dark and swarthy, but with an open and smiling face, though not the sort of person who would ever attract me. “I’m going to fuck the slut up her ass,” I heard one crude comment. One rough group of men even called out, “Ooo baby, I can almost see it.” Rob just laughed and said that I had plenty of admirers. The man who’d originally taken me there, released my hand which he’d still been holding firmly, and I then clutched the other guy’s legs and eagerly took his beautiful. “Come to the toilets, I’ll fuck you there,” he said somewhat roughly. I was there just a moment when I jumped in alarm and gave a shrill little squeal. It didn’t happen immediately, but when my pussy was again adulterated with another supply of
