“Good, sissy,” Dennis encouraged him. Then he extracted a portion of his dick again and went back inside somewhat faster. Soon, they were in a rhy...hm.“Fuck me, Daddy,” wailed Cale.“That’s right! That this big Black dick, white boi,” commanded Dennis.“It feels so good!”“You my little girl, right?”“Yes, sir!”“Love how my li’l sissy faggot girl takes all my dick! Look at you! Look at you!”“Oh, give it to me!”Dennis impaled the small derriere. Cale took more whiffs of the poppers. Dennis pulled out. I looked around. No one was looking at all. My back was to the stage. Lynn’s breasts were splitting my shoulder and no one behind her could see. My leg was under the bar so the bartenders could not see. My brain raced, no one had ever been this forward with me. What should I do?“Lynn, what are you trying to accomplish?”“I like you.” She spoke in a very matter-of-fact fashion. “And I want to show that to you. I want you to explain to me why you don’t do sex anymore.”“Well,” I took a deep breath. Carefully opening the front door, while standing behind it to hide my nakedness, I discovered Rita our host. Dont worry about your nakedness she smilingly said Ive seen it most of the day along with your wifes nude naughtiness. Yes, I saw her bring herself to the plateau of pleasure and, yes, I saw you perform your cleanup duties – several times!. What I came to enquire she continued was whether you actually realised that you had a potential hot-wife because if you didnt then she probably soon. "One of my companions. Is there anything else?" I asked him. My eyes had finally adjusted, so I could tell that it was indeed a police officer."Do you know who these two cars belong to?" he asked.I was getting a bit annoyed at this point, but I held my anger in check. "Yes, I do. Look officer, I've only had three hours sleep in the last twenty-four, and I'm not exactly in a good mood. If there is nothing else, I'd like to get back to sleep. I have a busy afternoon ahead of me." I'm sorry, Sir,.