I wrote back to him, asking for a photo. He was gorgeous—tall, lean, with reddish-brown hair that looked like he'd just rolled out of bed. Green eye... and a gorgeous smile completed the picture. I immediately wrote back, asking if he'd like to meet for dinner. He agreed, we made plans, and I crosed my fingers that he was as amazing in person as he was on paper.Turns out, he was. Sweet, gentlemanly and funny, he had me ready to strip off in the middle of the restaurant. After dessert I invited. I could swear I saw her tongue flicker and taste his pre-cum.I gulped. Should I stop this? Should I break character? But somehow, I didn't want to. I wanted, no needed, to watch what happens next.I was terrified for Marisa, but I could not be more aroused as I continued masturbating. "Why don't you show me how you usually suck your husband? " he askedMarisa didn't even have to get to her knees as she just took the cock in her hand and opened her mouth as wide as she could devouring it in one. You asked for a second chance with all of yourexperiences, and I gave it to you. In a very awesome tasting beverage Imight add."Wait. What's going on here. Was Ron the bartender, or the bartender wasRon, or did Ron hire someone to fuck with me. Or was Ron some sort oftime traveler who just screwed up the multiverse. "Ron?" I asked not surewhat I was actually asking."Oh, I'm not Ron," he said. "I'm just temporarily inhabiting his body soI can talk to you. We didn't get to really talk last night. "Oh, of course we do!" Martha exclaimed, I'll get them lazy girls."I quickly slipped off the waist belts and slipped my panties and bra on and grabbed my trainers socks tracksuit bottom and tee shirt, and rushed to help MarthaThey were in their named stalls, she had them tacked up, blindered strapped ready to go but I, removed their blinders and said "We have to rescue Mr Bryant,"They weren't enthusiastic, and the shafts were in line tandem where usually it was side by side, so all in all it.