It was covered with a fairly colorful Mexican serape'. Her pillows were covered with mre faux animal fur. Cheetah, it appeared.She stood up on the be... and faced me. Her bare feet pressed dents into the futon. She began to lower herself until she was squatting before me, using her hands to balance herself by gripping my shoulders."Mike, do you want to be my slave for the night?"I felt the interior explosion rip through my brain, run at light speed through every synapse in my body, hold a full. The sandy blonde whimpered in the high-pitched voice of arousal. Her hands reached down and grasped the back of his head, pushing his face into the sleek lips of her pussy.Immediately, his tongue increased its lapping and probing. In and out, in and out, he speared the softness of his oral digit. Her hips writhed and swayed, doing all sorts of hunching motions, trying to force even more of his tongue into her cunt.Definitely sexy! she moaned mentally. Watching one's husband make it with another. I watched two more girls come onto the stage and rip their T-shirts off before I decided that I should back out of that bar and straighten my skirt. If I didn’t I was in danger of cumming in front of that man.“Wow,” I thought as I walked away,” those girls, that man. I’ve got to enter one of those competitions.”Then I had a bit of a battle in my brain, part of me really wanted to strip like that in front of lots of men and the other part of me was telling me not to be so stupid, but the new. She left the TV off but glanced at the clock on the wall. It wasn’t even nine o’clock yet. ‘Mark is great,’ Lena added as she walked out of the kitchen to join Hilary on the couch, leaving the kettle on the stove to boil. Hilary lifted her eyebrows at her friend and smiled. ‘Do you want to date him?’ she asked playfully. Lena laughed and slapped Hilary on the thigh. ‘Of course not,’ she replied. ‘One over-the-top hockey player is enough for me. I just think it’s great that you and Mark are.