The nextthree days were no different and Tracy was beginning toplan an alternative.On the last day of the meetings, Tracy decided to wearmore relaxed ...usiness attire. Although it was a skirt andjacket, she wore a lightweight cotton blouse, nopantyhose, and placed a pair of tennis shoes in her bag.Tracy intended to change from her high heels to thetennis shoes and go sightseeing regardless of the timethe last meeting ended.As luck would have it, the last meeting ended in lateafternoon. Tracy. “What were they doing, Ed?” "Oh, I'm sorry!" Ed replied. "They were fucking like a couple of dogs in heat!" “Standing in the doorway I saw Randy driving his cock in and out of my wife’s pussy like a jackhammer. I watched them for a bit then figured what the hell, why not join them. I removed my underwear, tiptoed over to Randy and tapped him on the shoulder. Without stopping his tempo he turned his head, smiled at me, and winked. I made hand gestures. When I arrived to where they were staying I was knocked on the door where he answered with a beer in his hand shaking my hand he told be to take the beer and sit down and relax on the bed and I was welcome to more in the mini fridge if I wanted some. He sat down in a chair and we made small talk. I asked where was the lady and he said she was freshening up in the bathroom getting ready.He called for her and in a few moments she came out in a sexy pink nightie complete with black high heels. Finally he pulled out with a swift movement and I coughed out a big glob of spit and choked for air. I felt his cock slapping against my wet cheek. I had completely forgotten that my dick was still buried in the twink’s mouth. It was such a shift of dominance: just as I gained control it was stripped away from me. It was a total power trip. After I caught my breath, the hockey player grabbed my face and started fucking it deep again. This time it didn’t take me long to start gagging. My throat.