It was pretty cool not having to worry about getting knocked out by the husband, I was getting quite the thrill. I felt her put a foot on my barstool...and looked down to see her legs were fairly spread open, and I could see she had garter straps holding up her hose. “So these women, were any of them taken? Was there ever a menage-a-trois situation?” She was surely opening up. Apparently, I had chosen the right bullshit to say. Time to think of some more. “Oh yes, threesomes are incredibly. We had a couple more drinks and we both had a good buzz. But the bar was too lame to hang out in on our first night, so we decided to go to the place the bartender suggested. He arranged for a cab to come get us, so we unsteadily made our way out to find it. The cab driver knew where to take us and said to call him when we were ready to come back. Simple enough. We went inside this huge open-air bar and the place was jumping. We immediately grabbed a table and ordered drinks. Tammy. I wanted to cry - and I wanted to scream and kill him. I knew if I had a gun with me at that moment, I would have shot his dick off, then slowly shot him everywhere: in each leg, in each arm, in each hand. I wanted to kill him very slowly, with him begging me to end his life. I said, "I don't understand why you did that. After all, you know I have to do what you say for the next three years. You didn't have to film me like that. You made me look like something I am not. Why did you do that, Mr.. She then knelt beside the end of the bed and rolled Cathy onto her back so her head was nearly hanging off the end. With a slow and gentle touch, she slipped her fingers under the right spaghetti strap of Cathy’s body suit and sweetly asked, “May I?”With her eyes still closed, a small smile spread over my first girlfriend’s face, and she barely nodded her consent to Candi’s request. With my sweet guitar sounds in the background, Candi eased first the right and then the left strap down Cathy’s.