Especially the guys; they looked like they would have done anything to have you come up to them in your sexy little outfits. Whenever I looked ther... was always someone checking out your cleavage; but I'm sure you know that already. So yeah, a great success. Thanks.”' “And what about you, Ian?” I asked. “What would you have done for another glimpse of us?”'He smiled. “Well, I kept thinking about what it would be like to see you two kissing and cuddling each other. My imagination went. I did not know what kind of mood she was in so I was cautious. She had calmed down and we started talking. She was slurring her words. She didnt remember a thing about our fight only two hours earlier. Then she started coming onto me for sex. My beautiful wife had gone from a real bitch to a good slut. Thats what alcohol does to her. I got a real fun idea and suggested that we go to a strip club where she could meet some really nice men. In her drunken slutty condition she agreed with a beaming. Finally he noticed the curve of her abdomen and the faint outline of her ribs. His rage grew again against his captors. Here was a beauty worthy of tales and she had been beaten, whipped, and starved. Then, finally tossed in here for him to have his way with. They probably thought that he would rape her and be done with her, and if she were to be broken, then it would be no great loss. Well, if they thought that frail blonde girl was a beauty, and then he would pass on these strange people’s. The woman had pulled down on the zipper and the man’s cock sprung out of his pants. It stood hard and erect, eager to be touched. “Someone is excited," the woman purred. She spat on the palm of her hand and grabbed the man’s cock. “Stroke it,” the man breathed. “Heh,” the woman grinned and moved her wrist up and down. “Oh God...yes,” the man groaned. Shlurp. Shlurp. Shlurp. The wet sounds filled the mock bedroom as the woman began to stroke his cock. I gulped. Weren’t these two afraid.