You had what you needed at honesty home – a safe, caring, loving partner who protected you and would do anything for you. But you didn’t have what you also needed – a guy who was only interested in you when he needed to pee. You followed his orders and gave him absolutely everything he wanted, including many things you would never allow yourself at home. Honesty …

You have two children. They are not small anymore and you are partly at peace because they do not need so much care anymore. But you are afraid that your future owner will decide to leave you alone. You know that you do not decide this and if you were able to protest, you know that you do not want such an owner. What you need is for the animal energy from the other side to fully prevail with any objection you make and for you to get hit so hard in the mouth that you will not allow yourself to object again. Honesty …

… honesty

At honesty home, it’s always with love, tenderly, and by agreement. Your husband sometimes tells you that you’re beautiful when he strokes your breasts. They used to be firm, now they always spill out of your bra… he attributes it to age, but it was because you stayed at the company until the end after the Christmas party. And a group of foreign workers with you. After the final, you somehow went to the dormitory with them. You were the only woman there, so all the attention was on you and you were attracted to the unknown. You could smell sweat and alcohol in the room, it made you tense. You turned to the door, but one of the guys grabbed your hand, frowned, talked louder and louder, but you don’t know the content. He pressed you against him and kissed you. You stood there as if scalded. You knew you shouldn’t, but at the same time it drove you on.

In a honesty moment you were naked, the others were first looking at you, then gradually they started joining in. They were testing what you could stand, but you knew you couldn’t resist. You understood that they were asking you if your breasts were fake. You shook your head, saying no. They didn’t take long to get disbelieving looks – they were supposedly too expensive…so they started pulling you by them, supposedly so that no one would mistake them for fake anymore. You were sitting on top of an older guy who was in your pussy. Another one was entering your anus from behind and pulling your hands back. However, you were leaning forward so that you could manage to suck the cock that the third one was shoving down your throat. It was he who was pulling your tits. Sometimes by the whole thing, sometimes by the nipples. The pain was significant, but you really enjoyed the whole experience. It was exactly what you felt you needed the whole time. The rest is a blur, but you woke up at home this morning.

Your husband asked you how the party was. You said it was great and described fictional scenes you had with your friends. He laughed at your honesty, told you he loved you, and 9 months later you gave birth to your first child. Honesty …