She is leaning back on me and kissing me. I am rubbing her tits right there in front of him. As I was rubbing her tits under the shirt I let the shirt...move higher and higher, my little finger is helping the shirt along. I am watching him and those unblinking eyes. I decided to go for it and let the shirt go on up. Rub rub wiggle wiggle, kiss kiss. J is gone on her own sex trip now, I have both hands on her tits, but the shirt is a little in the way. As I continue to get the shirt higher above. Fast forward 6 months and we met again, this time in a more calmer situation, got chatting and found we had a bit in common. So shortly after we started dating. She seemed like a fun girl and sure, she'd had some ex-boyfriends but she was such a great fuck, I kind of just accepted it.From time to time her girlfriends would have a laugh together and refer to her as "Miss Queen" and how she was so tame now. I never knew why they called her Queen but didn't pickup that it was significant, just a. The old guy shook his head and said he was wrong, we did need a lesson. I was going to leave and go home, I wanted to leave very badly right then. The only problem was; I couldn't move. John was frozen in place too. The old man waved his arms around and said something I didn't understand. Then everything went dark. When the lights came on again, I was standing in the mall next to this real pretty blonde haired girl. She was about my age, and was wearing tight blue jeans and a T-shirt. He offered me a cup of tea as we talked. I took a couple of sips, and everything went black.' "You lie", I said. Mike continued, 'when I came too, I was strapped to this wooden horse, my clothes removed. I lifted my head and looked around to see about two dozen men both black and white some older than others. And all naked, stroking their man hood.' I tried to free my self but I couldn't, the skinny guy was standing by a big screen. He said our guest is ready please put your donations in the.