I found a photograph of Jazzer in the platoon files and went down to The Kettle to show it around. It was about 10am and the place had not long opened... I showed the barman the photo and asked if he recognised the face. He answered by a shake of the head. It seemed that this was the early shift, and I would do better by coming back later.That evening I turned up at about 7 pm. The place was still fairly quiet; a couple of bar girls/whores up at the bar gave me the eye as I sat down at a table. I. " was all I could say."George, you want to see Patrick fuck Lisa's mouth?.....you want to see that big black dick get shoved all the way down your wife's throat?"Patrick started chuckling "Is that right, George? Do you want me to fuck Lisa's throat?" Yeah, fuck her throat!" I said "Fuck her throat hard!" but it was almost as if I had heard myself saying it, I was in such a trance.Patrick grabbed Lisa roughly by the hair and started pumping his cock deep into her mouth. I grabbed Michelle by the. “Is this what you want, do you wantto feel me make love to you?” “Oh god yes, do what you want with me, I want to feel your cum deepinside me!” I replied. With that he used his feet to part my legs further. Still holding my hands to theworktop he worked his cock under me with his hips until I felt the tip of it at the entrance to my wethole. I stood on tip toe to ease his access. As I wriggled my hips to help he parted my wet lips with hishard tool. He slipped it in all the way till I felt his. . thanks."Chris realized his attention was focused on this woman. Her hair wasfrosted and teased, and seemed frozen in place by hairspray. Her facewas covered in make-up - smooth, even skin tone, thick red lipstickwhich had ringed the cigarette she held in her cocked hand....but thoseeyes....elaborately lined in black, smoky, with long, charcoal lashes.She looked older, but the mask of make-up made it impossible to judgeher age. She was dressed half-way between a business suit and a.