I was alone on the "stage" and overcome with the desire to beat off in public. So I sat against the pillows, then lifted my arse onto them. Reading my...mind, the door lady mounted the platform and held my legs high as I finished myself off. I swallowed what is left of the young men's cum before I accepted my own load in its stead.She let my legs fall to the floor, and left the stage. I could barely stand, but as I did so, I was energised by the tumultuous applause I received. I was like a rock. ” They clicked their glasses with mine. It was quiet in the room. I heard cars passing by outside. My head was dizzy and not just from the wine. I had to cool down a bit before we got into the ‘sacrificial lamb’ part of the afternoon. What would I tell Becky? What should I tell Becky? I sort of wished Becky were here just now. I felt very vulnerable and alone but also very extra hot. Thinking of Becky fucking James reassuring. I would tell her of this new experience and we would have. That redhead, he had crammed his cock up her ass. He had been so tempted to pull the rubber off and fill her tight ass up. But he knew better. DNA tests could be damning nowadays and he wanted to leave no evidence.Oh, now there was a likely candidate. A woman alone, about her late twenties, in a king-cab pickup truck. She was about 5 and a half feet, maybe a bit shorter, with dark blonde hair. She wore a tan skirt and a man's shirt with loafers on her feet. The thing that really drew Carl's. The other ladies kept well away. He had tried it on with most of them one way or another with varying degrees of luck.And of all things, whilst he had fingers inserted deep in her, her husband appeared in the bar to check she was OK and to reclaim what was his. He could immediately see how flustered she looked and how close she was to the boss.... was he touching her, surely not? Surely he couldn’t be touching her. The husband couldn’t tell at this distance, not for sure.The boss instructed her.