With their approaching date, and the stimulants, Joan was starting to feel more than a bit turned on and asked Ted if he felt like a little pre dinner...play. Aware that the drinks and dope she had finished had enough long lasting stimulants in them to rid Joan of her usual inhibitions Ted was in no hurry, and suggested that just dressing her for the evening would be more than enough for him this early. He led a disappointed and frustrated Joan to their bedroom, told her to shower and meet him in. “You look so fucking hot baby, show then what my slut can do” I complimented her. Jerome reached over and slapped her ass before standing up, he held her head and fucked her mouth well and good. She often caught her breath between her throat getting fucked with the sound her a lot of saliva at the back of her throat. She heard me expressed how excited I was with what I was seeing “Damn, look at this slut” “Yes! Yes! That’s it” She held onto his thighs and grabbed his cock with her throat and. So I boldly squeezed her left boob and leaned on her so as my cock in my pants rubbed on her cute ass. That’s when she jerked my hand and turned around to see her molester.I was petrified she might go mad at me, curse me or even get me beaten up by the mob. But she turned around gave me a blank stare. I smiled at her. She was a woman in her mid thirties, petite with black hair and big round eyes and handful boobs. She turned around again to bend over the railing. This was my cue, I leaned over. " said Denise with the usual lethargy that accompanied anything that wasn't drama, seducing hunky boys, or getting double-teamed after too many shots of fireball. "How do I look?" She turned to Claire for critique, but she really wanted affirmation that she slayed... and she did slay, but at times it was overbearing. Denise would turn any eye at the party on a regular day, but in those booty shorts and fishnet leggings the guys would be cross-eyed staring at her ass. Her balayage'd hair fell.