The man on the stool gently slid off so that he was standing and could fuck Carly’s face and jam his cock deep into her throat. Carly was being spit...roasted by two strangers in a bar - she was in heaven.Eventually, she got the better of the two men, but they were replaced by others. It must have been at least an hour before Carly no longer had a hard cock to suck or fuck. There was cum in her hair and all over her tits and face, as well as a generous pool on the floor between her legs. It was. I strode closer, following the wall and looked to see who else was there. I made out a larger figure sitting behind my wife with arms wrapped around her, fondling her breasts and holding her close. The figure continued to kiss her neck as large hands wandered over my wifes soft body. What was happening here I though, looking on and noticing that both my wife and the figure were naked.No-one noticed that I had came back already, so I sat to the side and watched eagerly, wondering what would. And for the record, those are natural 36Ds and she will do anything a man’s wants, including taking his cock up that fine ass”. A loud roar came from the crowd.I couldn’t believe that he has said my entire name and all that, but that turned me on even more. I tried to do as the dancers had done before me, but there was a steady line of men coming to the stage giving me anywhere from $1 to $20. I looked at our table and saw all three with their cell phones out recording my “performance”. As I. ?Another slap, and the echoing, shocking scream.The violence continued, on and on and on and on. ?NOT ON MY BREASTS, SIR! PLEEEEEASE!!!?Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! ?OH GOD. AAARGH. OH JESUS!!?Her tortured screams filled the house. But the beating continued, mercilessly. The force of the leather on her skin never wavered, the crack consistently hard, and over time her screams, her begging, her shocking cries of pain, her whimpers all faded, until all that Simmonds could hear was the impact.