He wasn’t hearing her, he was in shock, staring at me, “What ... what ... what?”Vanessa was taping. I was smiling. All I said was, “Cherry Con...ers.”His expression went from stunned to momentary confusion to rage. “You fucking cunt!” He lunged at me. Was able to move maybe half an inch with both uniforms gripping his biceps. Maybe not that much.I thanked Sergeant Finch and she said, “My pleasure, Winter. Sincerely.”On the drive to the Wrigley, Vanessa cheek-kissed me, “You did good.”I smiled,. They feared for their boyfriends and husbands, for they knew she would be irresistible to them.The boys felt her presence, the sheer desire. This was just the kind of woman fathers tried to warn their sons about. They knew deep down that they didn't stand a chance with her. Somehow they would not be up to the task of being with her, their virtue would be ruined and she would leave them breathless.As the two stranger headed for the bar, heads turned, bodies shuffled and a couple of rings of. I sucked him as hard as I could and he started fucking my mouth. It was so hot. I felt hands on my ass, looked around and saw our friend Tony getting right behind me on the table; I realized what he wanted to do and that he was going to put his 9” cock in my ass, (he was my first threesome with my husband and me, well that’s another story) while the BBC was still in my pussy. He poured oil in my ass and over my ass, his cock just slid right in. I came and just kept Cuming. The BBC and Tony were. His free hand soared through the air and landed on one of her beautiful globes. The flesh jiggled as a red mark formed on her skin and a painful cry tore from her throat. He repeated the action just as roughly to the other cheek, delighting in the noises of suffering she was making. He hit her again, harder, on the first cheek he'd slapped, his skin hitting the already abused flesh and tearing a louder squeal from her lips. "If you act like a child then I'll treat you like one." He shook.