Hubby held one ankle and Jeff held the other as they forced my legs as wide as possible. My legs were shaking with the strain and the obvious build up...of sexual pressure. The blonde strangers was furiously finger my pussy with the two strong digits, rhythmically stimulating my about to explode G spot. His free hand had rested on my ass for balance which he'd now taken to another level by slipping two fingers of that hand inside my well lubed ass. His fingers in my ass were holding me down. The place is dimly lighted with a bunch of old hanging lamps: a neon sign of a major beer brand is glowing above the counter and bathing the place in reddish glow.The place is about to close, and there are just a bunch of patrons left. Let's go over them.First, the men:The Barman: A man in his thirties with dark hair kept in a short ponytail. Clean shaven, he has a black t-shirt on. He is exchanging some casual banter with the WorkerThe Worker: Forty years old, short brown hair, fit, wears a. "But enough of work. I need to startpreparing for this event. Have you seen anything on this 'pentathlon'they advertised?" She knew this would get Connie going as she lovedbeing the expert."There are five events, hence Pentathlon. There's a formal gown redcarpet walk and judge's interview, so smart and sexy wins the day.There's a walking competition, though the details are a little vague.They call it the 4X400. There's a talent competition and then an auctionof some kind. I'm giving you. The boy next to Ed let out a low, breathy laugh at the teachers banter. Ed knew he could care less about a tardy. It would just make him try again. Mr. Edward Lichen! Front and center please! Eds blood froze and he stood up. He heard the muttering and sighed, letting his shoulders fall limp for a second before he walked to the front of the room. He knew that he would make a good first impression, a black and brown leather jacket with a few tassels and a fair bit of wear, a black t shirt, a worn.