It was the greatest, lights loud music and good looking cowboys. They were buying us drinks and dancing and flirting. As the night went on and the mor... we all drank the more horny all of us became. Well, one young good looking stud cowboy asked me to dance. Again I am not sure what happened as several men danced with me, felt me up, hell two fingered me. But this man danced and by the time the song was finished I was wanting him real bad. He took me to the other side of the club away from my. Suck it," you cry as you arch your back again, pushing your sex up into my mouth. You are at your release point, hoping, expecting the sweet agony of your orgasm. I stop. You realize what is happening. You are being denied your orgasm; your ultimate pleasure. "Please. Let me cum," you beg. But you know that I will not let you cum yet. This was your fear; that you would need release; that you would be desperate to cum; but there was nothing you could do about it. Nothing at all. . Tony had told her the crew chief's name so she called, "Jack?"When the man turned and Andy saw his face, she almost lost her balance and fell. It was Fletch Taylor, her husband! Grinning at the naked girl on the steelwork, Jack suddenly did a double-take. "My God! 'Drea, is that you?" It's Andy now," she said softly. "'Drea is dead." And so is Fletch," he said softly. "The name is Jack ... Jack Fletcher."She smiled softly and walked along the beam to reach him. Extending her hand, she gripped. She kept her hand on Sue's head, now pressing her firmly against her as her back began to arch.She wasn't quite there yet, though. Her legs graduated from quivering to bucking, and she took care not to box Sue’s ears with her clenching thighs. Her toes were curled, and her breasts were shaking as the pleasure mounted.Then, the pleasure overtook her. She was dimly aware of massive amounts of fluids coming from her pussy, coating Sue’s face.She fell back on the couch, still shuddering. Her mind.