We’d been going several times a week where I would not only allow as many men in the place to have sex with my wife as possible but encourage them t... do it. This one afternoon (afternoons were the best times at 3333 as there were few women but the place was always full of horny, desperate men and Ro was a sleek and very presentable woman wearing only a towel that left the bottom of her bouncy cheeks on display) There were less men than usual and so we went to the gang bang room. There were a. ‘My car is at the garage for its MOT, could you go down and speak to them please, it was meant to be done this morning’.‘Sure thing, Mr Stone’ Jen replied, glad of an excuse to get out of the office. She winked at Sally, swung her handbag on her shoulder and was out the door before anyone could say a quick ‘Byee’.The garage was local to the office but in an industrial estate and a quick 5 minute drive later Jen arrived. ‘Why is this place always so dirty and untidy’ she thought, ‘it’s not like. She gave out a forceful broken moan. Grasping the bedsheets as she tried crawling away, her leg both raising at her sides to her hips ever-tightening her asshole. It's slapped her ass hard. It's raised it's fingernails scratching, not deeply, her back. It's tongue that was wrapped around her throat extended licking her wounds, healing them upon the black ooze of te tongue touching them. It's ravished her asshole drilling in and out with such forced she gave a half scream every thrust. It's felt. " Shewaved her hands in the air, and images started floating next to Patricia. All poor Patricia could do was stare, dumbfounded. Curious, she askedthe old lady, "What's this? I didn't see any evidence of securitycameras in the lockers."Anya asked the old woman, "Should we tell her about Bikini Beach'ssecret?"The old woman nodded her head. "Okay." Anya explained. "My grandmother and I are magicians. And thiswhole park runs on magic." Yeah right," Patricia snickered. "And I'm the Easter Bunny.".