Chris and I had to push and pull, together. The flashlight from the truck provided enough illumination to see. We descended to the main level, and put...the pot down. "Chris, you had better talk to them. Tell them to only eat half of a cup of soup, but do it every two hours or so. Do you understand?"She nodded her head."Do they have enough to drink, here?" Again, I got an affirmative nod. "I think I'd better leave. They may look on me now, as a danger. You can tell them that I wouldn't hurt them. After a few minutes I managed to speak up, "Let that fucker suck your cock" I said to Matt and watched as Matt pulled out of me, reached over and grabbed Joe's hair, pulled him over and shoved his cock into Joe's open mouth. There is nothing I enjoy more than to watch my bi-husband sucking on another mans cock and this was no exception. I watched as Matt slapped Joe's cheeks as he fucked his mouth hard. After a few minutes he pulled his cock out, "You like watching me fuck your whore wife?". I looked down at his crotch and noticed his manhood trying to bust its way out of his jeans. I instantly felt a jolt run through my pussy, I didn’t know what was happening to me. Bert then ran his finger tips slowly down my chest and over my hard nipples, he then ran his hands down to the bottom of my short mini skirt. He slipped his fingers into my panties and began to rub my clit very gently. He then picked me up and sat me on the folding table as he quickly spread my legs apart with severe. He finally smiled in return. He apologized for being rude and then he stuck out his hand and introduced himself. His name is Adrian and he is going to school to be a filmmaker, or director, or something. I don’t know, the conversation was great but in the back of my mind I knew I had to get to work.So I was sitting there, fidgeting, trying to hurry but wanting to stay there all day. I looked around and everyone else had left the coffee shop so it was just Adrian and I, and two girls that worked.