It was perfect, and Charles would love it. Later that afternoon, I called my ex-husband. ‘What time should I pick up the girls?’ I asked. ‘Let t...em stay,’ he said. ‘They’re having fun with their cousins, and we’re spending the night here.’ ‘So where and when am I picking them up?’ I didn’t like the way he seemed to assume I would just go along with what he wanted, but that was how he’d always been and it was pointless to argue with him. And I did want my daughters to spend more time with his. This time, when I saw him glance my way I waved and smiled at him. He was a very handsome older gentleman. He waved back at me, and then crossed his arms and openly watched. I couldn't stop myself from wiggling my hips to and fro, knowing he was watching so intently. I began to touch myself as I swayed, from my thighs up to my breast prosthesis which was encased in my bra. The nipples were perpetually erect, and so were my own, underneath them. He walked straight up to my balcony and asked. If you don’t do a good job, I’ll smack your ass. Sure enough, a few seconds later, Don gave her a good hard slap right on her ass. Carol flinched from the pain as Don shouted “God Damn it, suck it right”. My wife was struggling to suck his cock, but she was just terrible at it. Then Don said “get on your back’. Carol complied like a little puppy dog. Don straddled her face and forced his rock hard cock down her throat. Carol was barely able to breathe and was gagging. Finally, Don said OK honey. Before we walked in he said because he was right about me liking humiliation on my birthday, that whatever he said do, I had to do, no questions asked and he promised I would have fun. Immediately he said pull your skirt up.. not 2 high but just high enough to where it would rise the more we walked I did so and we entered the restaurant we ran into a problem when there was a 45 min wait for a hibachi table but regular seating we could sit immediately so we decided to change our plans After we.