Brenda went back to her room to continue getting ready.This was interesting that she was taking so long. Soon theVCR was playing again and Ronnie and ... were in the buff slowlyjacking ourselves. This time Brenda was not too long. LaterI learned she had showered and douched. Brenda enteredwearing a leather outfit with cutouts for her incredibletits. The outfit had a zipper that rand from her chin aridher crotch to the back of her neck. Soon Brenda was sitting between Ronnie and I and was. “But I doubt you’ve fucked with anyone meaner. I’ve made far tougher men than you piss themselves in the corner because they knew they would have to go through me to the toilet. Hell, I’m so tough your ex-wife doesn’t even scare me. And believe me, she’s a pit bull compared to your terrier.”Frank stepped closer to the much taller Brock.“There won’t be a club around here to help you, tough guy,” Frank said.Brock laughed again.“See, that’s what happens when you get all your information from the. The four glasses of wine virtually untouched,I picked one up, gulped it, and put more music on. I started on the second.Forty five minutes later, I had just started the third glass, when the doorbell rang. I answered...it was Christine. "Had to get rid of the lasses and I'm staying tonight. Just drop these bags off then lets pop to pub eh?" . Flummoxed i said “OK”. I was a bit pissed by now. We went to the pub and had a couple of drinks having a flirty chat. I was again getting some funny looks. Averting my gaze, I turned and walked quickly towards the doorway I had seen them go through a few minutes earlier. It was not difficult to find the offices - I just had to follow the voices."You want it don't you, bitch? You want my black meat in your white, upper-class pussy don't you?"Yes...yes...I want it. I want YOU, you big bastard!....do me like my husband can't....PLEASE!"Their voices were enough to bring on a return of my earlier erection and I decided it would probably be better to.