"Excuse me, Ma'am but I couldn't help but notice it seems you have a problem. If you will allow me I think I could help."She gave me one of those 'if ...ooks could kill' looks as I stood several feet from her."I'm quiet sure I don't have any idea what you are talking about," she informed me coldly. I was determined to not be cast aside so easily."Let me explain. Because of how this bench is situated I could sit at this end with my back towards you. That would allow you to take care of your needs. The two men she was gobbling could even still watch me when they were getting a blow-job.Louise then said she needed to feel a cock in her cunt. She needed fucking.The chances of her keeping quiet seemed remote, she was obviously a moaner and a swearer. It was obvious she would let fly with the language of lust.One of the guys pulled his shorts down a little bit further and sat down on the settee. She spun around and while lifting her skirt to allow her husband Simon a nice view, she slid down. "Just a little celebration Tony, this last week has been one of the most enjoyable that I can remember and you are the one that made it happen so let's drink up and relax."Trish opened the bottle and poured us each a glass, the only wine I had drank was the communion wine we had snaffled from the chapel at the orphanage. I knew that wine was strong so just sipped mine, it was nice and smooth, very easy to drink.Trish pulled some cushions onto the floor and she told me to come and snuggle up in. They get turned on by just about anything. Like cats on heat. Ever got yourself off on a lamp post?” “I’m not a submissive, thank you very well!” Shit, the last bit of my countenance just flew out the window. She didn’t react to my jab. Her fingers reached for the zipper on my skirt instead, and a second later I was almost completely bare. Only my dark stay-up stockings and my green panties were left. Panties she quickly pulled down to my knees, exposing the stained crotch. “Oh my,” she.