From past experience with him I knew how much he liked that and he had told me the only problem he ever had with his wife was her refusal to blow him ...or any reason.I was getting into a nice rhythm with him when suddenly the room was flooded with light. I pulled back in shock letting his cock fall from my mouth and looked to find his wife standing in the doorway with her hand on the light switch.The first thing she said was, "So this is the fag you have sucking your dick is it?" I started to. " I handed her another condom.She did as I asked, squatting naked in the parking lot sucking me until I swelled in her mouth, and then she deftly unrolled the condom onto my shaft. "Now, get in.. straddle me." Her short body fit easily between my body and the steering wheel, and she eagerly sat down on my cock. We closed the door, and I looked into her eyes, hard cock resting comfortably inside her hot wet pussy. "Are you sure you're up for this?" I asked. She kissed me deeply, tongue. He didn't really have enough money to spend the night in a motel. He had convinced Gretchen to lend him enough to purchase a ticket to Denver. He had eaten the potato pancakes at The Original Pancake House in Portland, founded in 1953. He took his one meal in town there with this lady friend. It was the cheapest thing on the menu.Now was the time to get back to his apartment near the university. That was his home at this point in his life. Just the year before he was discharged from the U.S.. Play with your tits and nipples and finger yourself. They want to see how much you enjoy the massive plug in your ass”.I was ready to cry out and say no, but, what choice did I have? I was so fearful of the punishment he may inflict upon me.“The gentlemen have requested no lube. They want to see you scream, moan and cry like the a****l you are. You may wet your fingers and use that to moisten your fabulous, tight sweet hole”.I could see from the mirror that my visitors had arrived and began.