Then the thought hit me like a hammer: those bastards wanted my pussy, not my purse. I screamed for help, but that only got my head banged against the...wall. Both niggers grabbed my arms and pulled me out to one of the picnic areas out of the light, after looking around to make sure nobody else could see us.One of them slapped my face, ordering me to strip off my clothes.But his mate was not so patient; so he made me bend over a wooden table and lifted my summer dress up to my waist.He laughed. But, long, slow, passionate sex is fantastic.”“I watched you and Chuck. I watched Good Peter fuck you without a condom and cum in you. Was Chuck jealous?”“No, he was not. We spoke about it before we married.”“What did you feel when you watched him with women?”“Sweetheart, I felt several things. I know what the women were feeling because I have experienced it. It was sexy to see them feeling what I get to feel. And, I loved watching him receive pleasure.”“You liked watching him have sex.”I. You see, the Host likes surprises and will often keep me unaware as to the number of men who are planning on showing up. I wondered how many cocks my mouth and ass would pleasure today. As I pulled my soft, tight buttcheeks apart, and shaved my boipussy perfectly smooth, I wondered how many men would lick and kiss my pink hole, how many would slide their fingers and hard cocks into it's soft, tight, warmth. But most of all, I wondered how sweet all the hot, gooey cum was going to taste on my. ' I gasped, not expecting that reply. A rush of sexual tension washed over me like a wave as I went into a cubicle and slipped my panties down my legs. Once in my hand, I felt how damp they were and my eyes widened. I had to somehow get these into his pocket without anyone seeing, and I knew immediately he wouldn't make this easy. Opening the bathroom door I walked back down the corridor and into the ballroom, once at the bar I practically walked into Christian standing there. His eyes were.