. while I had been thinking about that (and was it taking me a long time to think things through?) he'd said something about my breadsticks. I hadn't ...eally heard him, but a voice in my head was telling me that Of COURSE good girls could deep-throat a breadstick.Several times during the meal, I caught him appraising me with his eyes, caught his glance at my breasts. When I scowled, he simply said, "Your breasts deserve a man's attention, dont they?" and I suddenly realized they did. I began to. I handed the leash to a guy in the third row and told him to pull her head down. I grabbed her wrists and chained them to the arms of the seat behind. Her fat belly was then sitting on the back of the seat and her big tits re dangling in mid air."Who's first?" I yelled7 hands went up. I picked a middle aged white guy standing halfway back.He walked up, his dick already out. I handed him the leash. "You want me to wear a rubber?" Nope, fill her up" What?" My wife said.I turned around and. “What's a glory hole?”Mark grinned and began to explain.“That changing room is usually used by customers who bring their wives in to wear various outfits and guys poke their hard cocks through the glory holes and the wife will suck the cock or in some case she will lean against the cock and allow it to fuck her. The excite by thing for her is that she does not know who she has just sucked or fucked!”This aroused me so much I thought I was going to come on the spot. My face flush d and my chest. How she wanted to feel it inside of her. Something that big stretching her out. "Are you saying you couldn't take me into your small little pussy? I would probably make you cum before I got it all the way in. pushing it to where your husband couldn't take it." "You’re disgusting," growing impatient with his banter, "If you would just concentrate you would probably cum already!" Looking over at the clock, "I'm going to have to leave soon, is there anything I can do?" Katie continued to look up.