It wasn’t a huge bar, but it was lively. We sat at a small table and had a couple drinks. As soon as I mustered up the courage to talk to him, a guy...came to our table, asking Randy if he could dance with me. Before I could say no, Randy smiled and enthusiastically accepted on my behalf.The guy practically yanked me to my feet. I frowned at my husband. The guy was not my type, but I was polite. He told me his name, though I couldn’t decipher much of what he said through the blaring jukebox. When. 'I liked what I saw, call us if you want to make some money'amber quickly dialed the number, thank god the retard was asleep and not tieing the phone up with his computer. Amber wanted to see the red head again, and didnt mind making some money."Hello." a soft fememine voice practically purred."uhm hi," amber ckoaked, she was suddenly shy."I know who it is." the voice said friendily "if you wanna come over and do some work for us, feel free, we are staying at the dumaine guesthouse." i know. She knew she would not be turned down tonight. She would feel no fear of rejection, nor of obligation afterwards. This is where girls came for one thing and this is why she was here. To experience this, if only once. The man’s cock tasted salty to her lips. He moaned again as she kissed the head of his cock. It twitched on her parted lips, which made her jump. “Yes, baby, take it in your mouth. Make it feel good!” He beckoned from the other side. She probed the. .. until now.Alex was also finding he liked manhandling his step mother, giving her the alpha male treatment, dominating her, possessing her. She might have been his stepmother, but now she was more, and it was different. Fucking her deeply, her laying on the table, he kept on pounding her. “Mom?” he said with a grunt, “See how much better this is. You like it, I can tell you like it. Hell, I can feel you pushing back against me. I can feel the way you are squeezing my cock with your.