”I stood up and took her hand and stood her up in front of me and took a long gaze at her beautiful breasts and how gorgeous and sexy she was dresse... like that. I placed a hand on her breast and kissed her deeply. “I want you to hear one more time how much it turns me on to see you like this and the thought of Chris and others seeing you too is sending me through the roof.”“I can tell from that bulge in your pants,” she said coyly. She sat back down on the chair and deftly dropped my dress. I pulled out about half of what I had, a stack of hundreds about an inch and a half thick. I began to count. I stopped and tucked a couple of bills in Misty’s cleavage and started to count again. There was eighty two hundred dollars, liking round numbers, I peeled off the odd two hundred and added them to the few I’d already given to the sweet young thing. ‘Eight grand,’ I announced, ‘First to cum loses.’ By then the conversation had attracted quite a few spectators. It appeared that every girl. ” A few moments later, a white-haired gentleman wearing a blood stained, white lab coat came through a set of swinging double doors. Though he looked to be in his late seventies, at six foot four, and two hundred pounds, he was still an imposing person. When he got closer Hawk noticed a mischievous glint in the old man’s eyes, as he said, “I’m Doctor Ike Weatherspoon. You don’t seem that threatening to me.”Hawk grinned, and answered, “I’m not. I’m just the messenger for my wife’s. My jeans suddenly felt too constricting and I'm sure I blushed as I began to feel self-conscious sitting between these two horned-up cougars. In a passing glance I could see Steffi looking down at my crotch where the clear bulge of my 7 inch cock was visible. Steffi bit her lip and grinned while letting out a naughty little sound of approval. At this point I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as the thought of what could actually be in store washed over me. I knew that Christine had.