Another thing, there was no dance floor with spinning lights and a disco ball. The few women that were dancing stood by their chairs or sofa moving th...ir bodies.I noticed a black drapery on the short wall by the entrance. “I wonder what’s behind there?”“Probably the manager’s office or a storage room?”We sat talking and while we did more women began to arrive. I noted that some of the older, often had a much younger woman on her arm, like some men like to show off their trophy wives. This was. ”“Bigger spread than dicks,” I laughed. “I don’t feel bad. I mean, there were a couple of ‘em that I thought were pretty, even though they were bigger, but some sagged...”“And that bleach blonde lady...”“Fake,” Ben said. “Couple of fake ones.”“Sara’s are gonna sag,” Bink said, “more than they do.”“I hope mine don’t, right, Ben?” I looked at my mate. “Or maybe you want a pair of those big ol’ balloon ones...”Bink picked up the tease, “ ... with big ol’ nipples and areolas the size of. She didn’t try to stop him, but she didn’t help him. She kept her eyes closed, but continued to gulp air through her open mouth. He got the blouse open, peeled it down her arms, and dropped it to the floor. Then he ran his fingers lightly over the skin he’d exposed. Goose-bumps rose where he touched her. ‘Vic…we…we shouldn’t be doing this…we…we shouldn’t,’ Ann whispered. ‘This…this is wrong…so wrong.’ ‘Are…are you…are you sure?’ Vic whispered in response. He wasn’t. He continued running his. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he slowly pumped her pussy. In only a minute or two a white foamy ring formed around his cock as my wife's juicy pussy got even wetter. I looked down at my panties and saw a wet spot on the front of the thin nylon material and when I touched it it was slippery. I could feel my little dick struggling to get hard inside my tiny cage. The guy pulled out of Andrea and allowed another guy to take his place. I watched her suck cock and have her pussy beat.