That was all I could get out, when they grabbed me and forced me up against the wall. They again laughed, and said, "Yeah, he looks like a real good b...y, should be fun."At this point one of them started undoing my belt, as the other held me there by my throat. The one who was stripping me pulled off my pants and threw them over his shoulder. Then they both laughed. I was wearing a jockstrap under my pants, because I was out of regular underwear. The one looked to the other and said, "Great, he. This is really difficult. You don't know how it helps so much to have you here to support me. I'm ready to go over I guess--ready as I ever will be anyway."There were some people watching us come out of the sheriff's office. I escorted Ada across the street, the best I could. There were three women on the steps crying and one man gave me a hand up the steps. The services were held in a back room of the furniture store. The owner was the one who laid Curt out. There was only room for twenty. Angela, though, had on business attire, albeit very short business attire. And she sold the whole thing — the woman at her desk, surprised by the mail clerk, the striptease, the blowjob, and the cowgirl. What made the cowgirl particularly effective was that she kept her high heels on. Nothing in the rules against that, and a few other girls did it as well, but knowing that it was all part of Angela's businesswoman fantasy made it just that much better. As I watched her, with those spikes. I could see the sun rising, and knew people were moving around now. Amber leaned in kissing me, and I held her as I pulled away from the wall, moving her legs to hang on my hips. She held onto me tight, feeling her cum and her moans grew louder. I fell back against the wall, near the door, and slowly slid down to my ass hitting the ground. Amber moved her legs as I went down, shifting into on top position as I settled down. She took my shirt off, throwing it over the side, telling me that it.