I was excited to see sulaiman take off my wife’s clothes and threw them at me, saying “O you fool, i am going to fuck your wife and you cant do an...thing about it, at least learn from me you idiot or suck your wife’s pussy after i screw her so that you get to taste my cum. i watched my wife being fucked by this guy for almost an hour and finally he fucked her mouth to drop some of his cum which she drank. i then went to my wife and started licking sulaiman’s cum from her pussy as ordered as i. And the flesh that showed from her low cut blouse looked sticky. Pete had to know what happened in there, she thought. He could tell just by looking at her. "Can I have another?" she said, sliding the empty glass across the bar."Sure," he said, pouring more whiskey into the glass. This time when he set it down in front of her he stayed there. He leaned over the counter, and even though he tried to hide it, she could see him sneaking a look at her huge tits every now and then."Did you have a. Chelsea looked around and figured he was right so she let go of his arms, allowing him to continue. Dillon skillfully pulled down the thong and Chelsea daintily stopped out of it. He grabbed it off the dance floor and stuffed it into his pocket. Chelsea looked around to see if anyone had seen but as far as she could tell no one had. Dillon pulled Chelsea back to him so they could continue dancing. Chelsea felt him separate himself from her a little bit and undo his zipper. Pulling her against. I was quick, she got me in about 4 minutes and handled the oversized load with ease. That first time I asked if she wanted anything else after, like a kiss or a shot of scotch (I brought a flask for her), but she was fine. I always said “thank you” and she always smiled like she got the better part of the deal. There were no other intimacies.We were not friends, our humor and personalities did not click. Our general conversation was mainly about the city. We only used nicknames, she named me.