"Are all the girl's pussys shaved?" he asked, intrigued."Pretty much. Most of us like it and it keeps them cleaner."He led him along, passing other gi...ls bound in place. There was a table, with girls spread out like a buffet. Each had her ass on the edge and her legs pulled back, ankles tied to the table to either side of their heads.Kruger looked at his watch and smiled."Ahh," he said. "There's a show just starting. We don't want to miss it." What kind of show?" Come, hurry or we'll be late.". There I was invited to help myself at the bar. That translated into the coffee table, upon which sat a half drained half- gallon of Scotch and an ostensibly clean cartoon jelly jar. I know nothing about that liquor. I hate it. I drank some once out of desperation. Make that twice now. In all my life I've met just two people who admitted to liking the stuff. And the brands they drank definitely didn't come in huge handled bottles you recycle with your milk jugs. Darren explained how he'd read. “Fantastic tits!” Geoff said. Jeanette stared at the wife, whose chest was heaving as she breathed heavily. She could only imagine what was going through her mind. The question returned. Was this was something Geoff and his wife did regularly? Then such considerations vanished just as quickly as they’d come.Geoff was mauling her tits, his fingers digging into the small mounds. “Feel my big cock, do you?” Geoff growled.“Uh-huh!” Jeanette replied. She could hardly not feel the giant organ as it. “Oh, stop it, Jeff,” Mary said, more than a hint of exasperation in her voice. Frustration welled up in Jeff’s throat. Frustration had long been a staple part of his emotional diet, but in the past few months it had become tinged with increasing amounts of anger. “For Christ’s sake, Mary!” he choked out.Mary must have noticed something in his voice, for she released his hand and rolled over to face him. Jeff found himself staring into his wife’s face from a few centimetres away, and as always.