She stretched her long legs out in front of her with a yawn.Thomas handed the whiskey to her, the crystal cradled carefully in two hands. "What now, M...lly? Do we leave tonight?" He knelt at her feet, tugging at her boots.Molly breathed deeply of the pungent liquor. One day it would be a fine port, sipped from her own store of fine crystal, not ill-begotten while on the run. "Not to worry, my boy. Haven't I always seen to our future?" She lifted the glass, staring through the amber-brown liquid.. Even then i would use my perverted imagination to think up something kinky. I was in the mood one night for getting fucked. I had seen some guys earlier that day with their tattoos and piercings driving their trucks...made me imagine them taking me out to a field and taking turns fucking my hole. I wasted no time and set up an ad to try to collect for older tops as always interested in outdoor play. As usual i had many responses, half with pictures. One caught my eye that i responded too. He. She was always bare back.... she hates condoms...One night however, we wen't out to a blues bar in a neighboring town that has a mostly black clientele...She had me apply a temp QOS tattoo on one of her tits, just visible above her low cut sweater before we went out...After we were there for a few hours and she was getting free drinks from several of the single black men that were there. The band (4 black men) took a break and went into a back room. My wife said she needed to use the ladies. I asked her why she felt the need to do it; she told me that it really turned her on knowing that another man found her so attractive and that he was masturbating while she was enjoying teasing him,I told her she needed to be careful teasing guys as some guys think it’s a sign that there might be more on offer he might even follow you and who knows what might happen you could get ****d teasing like that?That night while we were in bed she asked me if I would consider taking photos of her and.