I had something that wasn't a staged TV drama right in front of me, and I felt calm and totally detached, determined to get it on tape.For all of the ...hooting, nobody seemed to be getting hurt. Then the bigger woman got behind the truck driver and hit him with her purse. That knocked him down, and then she did this sort of dive onto him that I'd seen in professional wrestling. Oof! I'd had heavy guys on top of me, but this was different. She jumped on top of him and for a moment I thought he'd. She wore a white pearl necklace that plunged halfway down her sizeable chest, complimenting the teenager's soft skin perfectly and chosen to match a black ball gown that emphasised the form of her round breasts and shapely hips.On her right wrist was a matching bracelet: two strings of white pearls held together by a gold clasp. The dress ended just above the knee with a slit up the left thigh to showcase a pair of sexy long legs. Holding the dress in place were two spaghetti straps, aligned on. Billie peeked in over her shoulder, “I’ve been curious all morning. Who are they from?” Tamara walked over to the bouquet and picked up the small envelope with her name written in a neat cursive script. She pulled the card from it, read the short message along with Kent’s name then she tossed the card into her trash bin. “So? Who sent you the roses?” Billie asked eager to know. “No one,” Tamara said “Oh, Kent,” Billie guessed, then added, “If you ask me, I think you are being too hard on him.”. The husband would then come over tell the rider the technique to use to bring his wife off while he was riding her. Of course, the wife would have to "sell it" by exclaiming how it was the best sex she ever had, and that his cock stretched her so exquisitely. When the fucker was done, her husband would eat the cream pie and the audience would vote on the performance. There were usually six to twelve show groups for entertainment. The women would be selected by the Masters to continue the sex.