Me too honey my husband answered. The guy did not waste no time he reached over and started finger fucking my cunt. As my husband played with my tits....Go ahead my husband told me. Can i i asked. Hell yes do it, my husband said . My husband watched me as i reach over and take a hold of the other guys cock. This was the first time i touched another mans cock since we got married. I saw that my husband was loving it and so was the other guy. There where three guys around us with there cocks out. I tried to defend myself as politely as possible, “Mrs. Sykes, I’m sorry you think that, but I’ve never done those things.”“But I know you have; I know you use me for your masturbation fantasies.”That clicked with me. I was suddenly aware that that this conversation was not on the level; it was a pretext for something else that she was going to reveal to me. All I had to do was listen. She indeed continued, “Rather than complain to the company and jeopardize your job, I’ve decided to handle. Why weren´t there any normal lady tattoo artists in their town, she wondered. She should bring up the subject with her elder sister Leslie and Gina, she tought. And fell asleep.After breakfast she mentioned her last night wondering to the two elder girls.With their academic minds, student Gina and her lover and professor Leslie decided to start inquiries in some scientific sites and WikiTattoo.As always in actual social surveys, results were contradictionary. However, tattoo experts seemed to. On kitchen counter top, Rick found found a note: ‘Next time you have a party, remember me! Juanita. P.S. I wrapped up the left over pizza and stuck it in the fridge.’ If only I could I get invited to my own party, thought Rick as he bit into a slice of mushroom pizza. It was still moist and delicious. His party ninjas might be rude, but they knew pizza. Mustering some courage, Rick decided to stay up late and wait for them to return. Only ninjas could slip into his house and party with such.