After a few minutes, she drove the dick hard down my throat and forced me to choke and gag on it. As I drooled a small amount of what was in my mouth,...now a combination of my cum and saliva, dripped down onto her hairy pussy. “How dare you, little slut!” she said smoothly, as she began to massage it into her own pussy. “Clearly you can no longer be trusted with it.” Slowly she untied me and, as I stood up, she got into the position that I had just been in. "Spit it inside of me!" she ordered,. Although I had butterflies in my stomach, she wasn’t too far off. I hadn't dealt with the dating scene for many years, but I knew it was time to put myself out there and enjoy life again. Terry and I entered the club and made our way to an open table. I could feel eyes checking me out as we walked to our table, realizing that I rather enjoyed being checked out by the numerous hot men enjoying themselves. We sat down, ordered a drink, and looked around the club to see if we knew anyone. As I. .” and he kept his hand on his crotch and started rubbing there. “ye kya kar rahe ho tum…. gaadi roko plz..”, I told him softly, looking at him. He completely ignored what I said and asked, “tumhari boobs ka size kya hai? ek dum mast hai. man karta hai teri wo top fad kar use choosu”. I was shocked at hearing such vulgar talk. At the same time I wasn’t even able to say anything. Did I like the way he was talking to me? What is wrong with me? Why am I not protesting? I knew he wouldn’t stop now.. Feeling the panic rising, I still stood frozen. Only to make eye contact with Sophie. Oh my God the humiliation. What the hell was my wife thinking? She knew how I had dressed before she left from work.I blushed furiously. Which, of course Sophie noticed. She flashed me a wide smile, and chuckled "Well look at that cutie! Gosh, Ken, look how pretty he's dressed himself up!" Ken, of course, had also entered the room where I stood, still frozen. Ken sized me up and down and grinned. Still.