Mr. Big pulls on her hips to draw her closer to taste her. Mr. Big licks from front to back and sucks on her clit. She sits up and moans in ecstasy. V...ctoria releases her juices into Mr. Big’s mouth. Mr. Big takes advantage of the exam table he has Victoria lay down on it and pops up the stirrups on the sides of the table. She places her feet in the stirrups and Mr. Big enters her. Slowly thrusting while leaning over to bite on her very perky nipples. Mr. Big starts thrusting as hard as he. For some reason, I no longer viewed her as an abused wife, but as something that I could not define. I was in a position to watch as she placed the beans in their cart. She quietly spoke to him, but there was no response on his part. I knew that he heard her. I guess a normal man would have gathered up his wits and quietly left the premises. I was not normal. At one point, I thought that I saw Mister Nasty check me out, but I was not sure. Twice, the object of my eye looked my way, squinted. They liked the idea. one asked about doing her a second or even third time. i told him that was something i was hoping for as well the more the better. i wanted her fucked as much as possible, for as long as possible, and hopefully through the whole night for as much as her little pussy could handle it. they REALLY liked the idea. even though the festival was a two day event, we got the room for three days. knowing that the final night might be a party night, we would want to rest up the third. I reached into the pocket and felt it humming excitedly. As we sat at our booth, it calmed down a little, but was still going, and every once in a while, it seemed to twitch in the direction of the women we’d passed. I wanted to take it out and examine it, but I didn’t want to make Mike and Julia suspicious. I ate and drank and laughed with them, but I’d grasp at it every once in a while, partially to try to figure out what it was doing, but mostly because it was an awkward, heavy, oddly-shaped.