"No, baby," I said, squeezing her breast. I rolled closer, pressing my cock against her thigh. She looked at me with wide eyes, then relaxed into a sh... smile."I was having a dirty dream," she said quietly."I could tell."Her eyes narrowed again with worry. "Do you want to...do it?"I laughed. "Yeah, that would be nice. Whatever you want, though."She looked away, breathing slowly. "Will you be careful?" Of course, baby." I meant it, though I would have said anything to relieve the burning inside. I was completely exposed, vulnerable. And yet… completely comfortable.“Good girl. Touch yourself for me?” I heard the smile behind his words, eviscerating my shyness and leaving only sweet, desperate heat. The sound of demand was belayed by the questioning tone, asking for my submission and consent. And Goddess, did I submit. My eyes fluttered closed as cool fingers stole gentle caresses from my thighs to my breasts. I stroked, pinched, toyed with the sensitive flesh. I moaned, quietly;. I had the jambalaya and she had BBQ shrimp. We split a couple bottles of wine and were feeling pretty good before we decided to walk down Bourbon Street and have a few more drinks. I bought us a couple obligatory hand grenades and pretty quick my wife was pretty drunk and feeling no pain. I broached the subject of a strip club and she was all in. I know that I already mentioned that NOLA is one of my favorite places but it’s more than just the place. I love the food, the music, the. The three assistants had to tell her to move the stream in which direction in order to hit the funnel. After just a couple of times having the stream hitting the faces of her assistants and her own face, the rest went perfectly into the funnel, filling up the porron.It was an amazing site, her pussy open, clit visible and hard, a beautiful arc, a slight sexy hissing sound and it only took a minute and a half or so to fill up the glass porron to the rim. The pee was very clear, a light foam, it.