We finished the meal and the bottle of wine and headed out along the street from the restaurant, as we passed the door of a nightclub she said “ thi... looks alright” we approached the brightly lit door where a doorman said are you members, I pulled my warrant card out and showed it to him, he allowed us into the club, they welcome the police because they think there is less chance of trouble, we found a table in a booth and sat down while a glamorous waitress ask us if we would like a drink on. Me/xxxxxxx.jpgYou: I release your clit for a while, using my now free hand to remove the chain around your neck, not without kissing and biting itStranger: Mmmm, if you take the locks off, I can make my vag as tight or wide as you want, you ould put a fist in me, and I'll be tight enough for your penis to only just fit in meStranger: Could*You: I will only remove the lowest lock, at the moment it's not me to have the fun!You: On the way down my hand squeezes your right breast really. “And if not, there’s always tomorrow. Your dick will wind up in my mouth, eventually.” I reached to my cock as she spoke and started to masturbate in front of her, my sexual obsession with her approaching dangerous levels. She glanced at it as I did, and I could see that she enjoyed putting me in such a state. “Damn, Ben. How are you hard again? Already?”“How much?” I demanded.“Excuse me?”“How much to fuck you right here, right now?” She seemed surprised by the words as I said them, and a blush. We also drank more than a little beer from our ice chests, something very new to many of the former churchgoers among us. We were all naked, too, by now, proudly displaying our bodies in repudiation of modesty.“This corn on the cob is excellent, no doubt about that!” Amber told Aunt Molly, as the Howard/Macduff clan spread out through the rather crowded house to devour our dinner.“Thank you! I worked really hard at it, in nothing but an apron, I might add!” a very cheerful Aunt Molly replied.