She bent down her head …tears started rolling down her eyes…”i am sorry sir, I not a happy woman..i am living a life of animal..I work hard like...donkey here and when i go homeI don’t have peace of mind to have dinner also….as soon as my husband comes home, my husnbad pulls me to bed room…lifts my saree…pulls down my petticoat hard without even untying it…then with his hands, he slaps on my thighs…and on my hips…to some extent i can control all these but too much of this kind hurt a lot…he even. She said in an excited voice "That would be a great idea." For a moment I wondered if she had the same idea that I did.We walked back toward him and I said "Why don't you crash in our room, we have a pull out sofa bed and you really shouldn't be driving anywhere like that." He was grateful and accepted our invitation. We all walked the long walk around the casino back to the hotel elevator. When we boarded the elevator he was closest to the door with his back to us, my wife then me at the back.. This is as far as I got before I was unceremoniously dumped on to my back, my knickers pulled off and his hard cock thrust into me."Come on mate," his companion urged, "it's bloody freezing out here." Yeah, I nearly there," he said breathlessly. Your nearly there what about me you bastard. I detected his change in rhythm and knew he was about to come, I pushed hard, grinding my hips against him; I felt him flood into me. He pulled out and I felt a draft of freezing cold air on my naked thighs,. “Don’t talk,” she reminded me.The second song started, and she laid herself across my lap, her stilettoed feet resting in the seat cushion of a chair positioned in front of us. She pulled my hands back on to her breasts and I gently massaged them as she cooed her approval. She pushed my fingers down to her shaved kitty and let out a soft moan as she pushed my fingers into her wet and very moist vagina. This girl was on fire. I had experienced hot strip club dances before, but nothing quite on.