JANET WOULD YELL YES SUCK HIS COCK TO CHEER ME ON AND KEPT SAYING OTHER FILTHY THINGS THAT TURNED ME ON BUT I WAS TRYING TO FOCUS ON THE TWO HARD COCK... IN MY HANDS. EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE I WOULD OPEN MY EYES AND SEE SHELLY FILMING ME AND I WOULD LOOK AT HER THROUGH THE CAMERA AS I SUCKED THE DICKS. I WOULD SUCK ONE, STROKE THE OTHER AND THEN LIFT THE COCKS UP AND LICK THEIR BALLS AND THEN TAKE BOTH DICKS IN MY MOUTH AT THE SAME TIME TAKING BOTH AS FAR AS I COULD WHILE NEVER TAKING MY EYES OFF. They kept trying to distract my attention from the dance floor and my wife.I knew the situation was out of control when my wife’s bra was flung across the dance floor and landed not too far from me and the other men. The place erupted with cheers, and Tammie ate it up.I sat and watched in horror as a man put his arms around Tammie’s middle from behind and mauled her breasts. I was surprised that she didn’t push him away, or try to break his grip on her, or anything. She let it happen like it. Happens now and again. Saw the whore, again. Whore didn’t see me. Told her last week, not here. Probably stopped for a few days. Look in her eye, she was scared. Money is money, though. Fear doesn’t pay the pimp. Fear doesn’t buy the drugs. Bruise on her chin–four or five days old. Tried to cover up the yellowing with make-up. Didn’t work. Probably told pimp she wasn’t going back out, after our talk. Pimp probably showed her why that was a bad idea. Looks pretty nervous–keeps looking at the. ‘Much too good. I’m sorry, babe–I’m not going to last!’ Neither was I. It seemed I needn’t have worried how we were going to do this. He was doing all the work, his arms amazingly strong, lifting me over and over, rendering me powerless to his will. I couldn’t have determined the pace even if I wanted to, my legs still curled around his hips, my arms around his neck. But I didn’t want to, the lack of control only serving to increase my arousal, heighten my need, my orgasm already beginning,.