Tiny goose-bumps sprang out over the whiteness of her sensitive flesh.God, how she wanted him, her body ached to be touched gently and with understand...ng as he was doing it now!She wanted him to crawl up inside her, to possess her and quiet the thunder that was building up deep, deep, inside from his maddening fingertips playing over her defenseless nakedness.Her tongue ran slowly around her moist lips, savoring the sticky pungent taste of the strange moisture that covered them, the odor wafted. " ...on video..." ...my friends...,"Phrases were being spoken."Wait a minute," the small amount of functional sanity in my headreasoned to me. "Those are NOT 'Pieces of a Dream' vocals." Is someone talking to me?" I asked myself.I opened my eyes and started to become aware of my surroundings again."My, oh my, oh my," I heard a female voice say."Look at our little sissy now. She has blossomed into a full-blowncock-whore," it continued.My wife stood a mere two feet in front of me: hands on. He then rammed her cunt as he sucked all over her tits bruising them in several places. She had nice big firm tits and he covered them with the dark marks. Sam then grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face to him and began kissing her shoving his tongue deep in her mouth tasting the cum over her tongue. Then he yelled to Ron "Fuck that cunt hard. Show this slut how two cowboys can ride hard all day. She needs to see how we are going to fuck every hole with our horse size cocks. We are going. Maybe a few trips to the alley too. She had rent to pay and her Fund to build up. Bree walked along the row of booths taking orders and when she wrote the blonde’s booth’s drink orders down, she hesitantly touched her elbow and asked, “Maybe…a lap dance in private?” Bree didn’t laugh. Money was money. The older blonde seemed painfully shy. Bree leaned down and whispered, “Head towards the ladies’ room. Take the first door on the left. Get comfortable and I’ll meet you after serving these.