She went on to explain to Rose how she had occasionally shared a bed with other women but hadn’t done so for some time.“So…” To Rose’s shock...Helen suddenly ran her hand up Helen’s arm and to her face where she stroked her cheek gently. “I know I’m not Alan, but while the kids are playing we could have a bit of fun…just like the old days!” Rose felt betrayed by her feelings. It was a warm summer’s day and she was feeling slightly sleepy. The thought of cuddling up to another body in bed was. It was a small place, long and narrow with tables jammed in everywhere. The stage was at the far back wall. We got there in between sets and the doorman seated us up near the front because it was not very busy that night. Maybe a dozen other people were there. Three black men came on stage and began to play. They were very good. We really enjoyed the show they put on. There was a "tip" jar at the edge of the stage and people would put money in the jar from time to time. Karen said we should put. She locked the door and walked over to me, pulled me out of my chair, and kissed my lips. As she kissed my lips, she reached for my dick and started stroking it for me. She pulled her shirt and bra off. Her boobs were huge. About 42G, nicely round areolas, and hardened nipples. I bit down onto one and started sucking and licking them. She pulled her jeans off and played with her pussy. Ms. Dawn started stripping down also. She walked over to us. I took my shorts off, revealing my dick. She was. "Very nice," you laugh. "I think I've used all the toys you brought, Sir," #8 says. "Well then," you say as you caress her neck, "I guess we should let the slut go. But don't think we're done yet. All three of us are going to have a little fun."You begin to let me go, removing the restraints, taking the gag off, and wiping away my tears and saliva. I stretch my legs, go to my knees, and get off the floor. You hand me a bottle of water, and I urgently drink from it. I watch as you strip #8 of.