Catherine began a slow dance with The Arranger. Within a few minutes she slipped her hands down to his belt, unzipped and gently freed up his erect co...k. They danced slowly together, his hands gently holding her shoulders, her hands, her elegant white hands, stroking his cock. The other three of us watched in awe. I placed my drink on the bar, tapped The Arranger on the shoulder, and he nobly swapped places with me. She looked at me through narrowed, dreamy eyes, and took my face into her. It was fantastic. In a room full of men I was openly wanking. I started to get a more and more adventurous jerking more and more violently. I could see some others watching me and that only made it more exciting. I lost more of my ambitions and pumped faster and faster. I then realized that the guy sitting a couple of seats away on my left had started to watch me instead of the screen and was obviously getting fidgety. Maybe he was offended. I didn’t know for sure. I thought about putting my. Pleasure I had never given her. I blew my load, spewing on the floor, my head spinning as I came - I fell to the ground. When i came to Jessica had mounted Fred, who was now laying down on the bed. The first thing I noticed was the bottoms of my wife's heels, and then her incredible white ass bouncing up and down on Fred's b**stly black cock. I wasn't sure how long I had been out but the bed was soaking wet, and Jessica was coated in a sheen of sweat. She moaned sexily as Fred encouraged her.. Leaving the bank branch, he bumped into another gentleman whom he remembered as living in the Brunswick, too."I beg your pardon, Sir," he offered, standing back."Oh, no, it was my fault, really," the man answered politely. "Aren't you staying at the Brunswick, too, Sir?" Indeed, I am. I thought I'd recognized you. Are you heading back? I have a coach waiting." That is exceedingly kind of you. Indeed, I am somewhat in a rush. My wife is waiting for my return."Jim led the way to the rented cab,.