Would you care to dance? I promise I don’t have two left feet.”The man asking Kat was in his late forties, had a smile that would make his orthodo...tist proud, and looked lean and tan as though he’d spent considerable time outside.Kat smiled, “I would like that, and you name is?”“Mark Hanley, at your service.”“Well, I’m Kat, and I’m a marketing consultant that lives in town over near the university.”Mark took her hand and escorted the sharply dressed escort to the dance floor. Kat thought they. My three other friends all then got closer to see. "Oh shit, hahahahahahha!", they're heard saying on the video. "Oh my god", another one says. My friends with the phones got closer and were recording. "Lets see", my friend, drunk as a monkey, continued to pull my pants down aggressively, all the way off. "Wow, he's a faggot!", "Hahaha, oh my god", "OH SHIT!", they all had shocked reactions. The first friend who first pulled down my pants was looking at me, focused on my crotch and legs. He. She was getting as close to an orgasm as I was.Finally, she switched to running her hand up and down my shaft while sucking the head and tickling it with her tongue. Kelly was getting really worked up. She was moaning around my cock. Seeing her so turned on as well as her hand and mouth work sent me over the top.With my first jet of semen, down her throat, Kelly came too. She could barely keep sucking on me through her own orgasm but she refused to spill a drop. She kept sucking and jacking my. I ran my hands over her knickers and felt her shape, that curious, firm, peachy split that turned into marshland. I slipped a finger inside her hot, steamy pussy and she responded by grabbing my balls through my jeans.“I want to lick you,” I said urgently.“Non,” she said, shaking her head. “Pas aujourd’hui. Pas ici.”It was a squalid situation, an ugly, unpleasant venue for what should have been a beautiful encounter. And the circumstances made it even worse: the deceit, the disloyalty, the.