Oh, see, now I’m embarrassed.” Gia said with a slight smile. “Its next month, on the 6 th .” Reece’s stomach lurched. He thought he would th...ow up again. He had never screwed up this bad in his life. “Congratulations.” “Yeah.” “Where’s your wedding ring?” Tasha asked. Reece looked over at his wife’s hand. “Oh, shit.” Gia said looking around and wringing her finger. “I must have lost it.” “Were you swimming this morning?” “Right, I must have lost it in the pool.” Reece’s throat tightened as his. This showed quickly, as Teresa reached out and grabbed my cock. She began to stroke it a bit to tease me. After what seemed like an eternity but was probably only five seconds or so, she took me entirely into her mouth. Wow. It felt amazing! I did not have an emotional connection to her, but it still felt REALLY good. As she went up and down my cock, I was thinking, “I’m in LOVE with Betty. But DAMN Teresa is good!” I tipped my head back and enjoyed what was going on as best as I could.. I stopped after only a few mouthfuls, and Kittie was upset but forgiving. We pulled up to a large metal gate with an intercom and a metallic voice greeted us, “Hello, Welcome to The Château. May I have your names please?” “I am Nathan Boan and I have my wife Kayla Boan. Harold Hunter is here with his fiancé Dana Roeske,” Nathan chimed in. “Hello Mr. Hunter, it has been quite a while since you have been here, fifty years by my count. We do have new rules here sir, no mortals are allowed, even. I kept my fingers where they were and waited to see if the guard was going to say anything. He looked over, smiled, and returned to where he was standing. When I looked at the stage, the black performer's eyes were watching what I was doing. His was rock hard and pounding his partner like she was the last pussy he'd ever fuck. I removed my fingers, held up four, and slid them back in. It was all the black performer needed. He came in a series of body shuttering jerks, accompanied by loud moans,.