Wilson and said; “she’s not forcing me to do anything I don’t want to do, I love her! And next month we are getting married. And I’m getting a...tattoo saying I belong to her, and then I’ll become her slave forever.” I then kissed Miss. Wilson.I was about to put my panties on when Mr. Presswood stopped me. “May I have them Marcy, may I have your panties?”I handed them to him. “Thank you, I never been with a porn star, thank you.”His semen was leaking out of my ass as we walked to the limo. It had. The gentleman, Ed, was polite and well mannered. He took his time and listened to people. He helped those around him. There was nothing soft about Ed, the gentleman. To learn that their own wives preferred the new Ed was more shocking than anything else that they had heard.“Marriages that had faded now bloomed anew. Husbands and wives worked together to watch the kids so that other wives could spend time with their husbands. Informal family groups formed with three or more couples loving each. . but wanted to listen.I did feel pretty bad. It was a rotten way to treat a fragile teenage girl who was still in the initial stages of exploration into the mysteries of sex.“You need to get hard again,” said my fragile daughter. “I want some more of that.” She frowned. “Except not quite so hard.”Turns out Riley likes to be dominated ... a little bit.Like mother ... like daughter.Riley did not get her wish. Not that night. She did want “some more of that” but I couldn’t go there again. Not. Almost naturally I started to stroke his cock. Our stranger leaned into the wall with pleasure, giving me another ½-inch or so in length in my hand."Is that all you want to do?" Greg asked. "What do you mean?" I replied. "Don't you want to taste him?" Greg asked, quietly, licking my left ear.Why don't you do it, Greg? Take him. Suck him. I'd love to see that!" The word spilled out of my mouth. I felt myself getting wet again. Greg looked at me as though I was daring him. "Do it. I know you want.