The next week, she took me out to some kind of nightclub, with lots of loud techno-remix disco music, and people jumping around and smoke, and fire......Something was on fire... And then she led me through the bouncing, rubbing, writhing crowds, upstairs. I didn't know these places even had an upstairs. I thought the only place you could really go in a place like this was...Down. I followed her as she led me by the hand and she took me into this room, where there were like...forty other guys,. Three weeks later she gave me a call and said the Visa and tickets are ready she has to start after two days. I said OK and see you at home. In the evening did some last minute shopping, some clothes and accessories, we had no time left, packed her bags, I was just thinking about me, a husband sending his wife to date with someone else, was that good or bad. The day arrived, got her luggage in the car & drove to the airport. I said I wanted to see her boyfriend, but he should not see me, she. I shuddered at the hot feel of her twat engulfing my shaft. I groaned at the delicious feel of her silky passion. My chair creaked as I focused on Orihime’s breasts jiggling before me, locking my eyes on those boobs.Not on my family around me.“Sam,” Becky whimpered.“Mr. Davies, do you want me to do anything?” asked Imogene, the secretary at the far end.“Have fun,” Dad said. “I’m sure Tammy would love to share her lactating breasts with you.”“She lactates?” Imogene asked. “Oh, my, that sounds. I smile widely. I turn and make sure the door is fully closed and lock both the regular lock and the privacy lock. I feel my heart beating faster with excitement. I turn around again and walk over to Mandy. "Well, well, well, looks like I've got me a sweet little slut whore to play with," I say as I walk around her. I see the handcuffs she has bragged about snapped around her wrists. I let my hand drift out and I slide my fingers over the smooth material of her outfit. "Dressed up all slutty.