I'm going to have to share you this time, and I don't think you'll be minding it. I've explained the rules... you've each randomly drawn a number. If ...our number matches, you go with her. If it doesn't, you'll have to settle for me."There was laughter around the room, except for Steven, who though smiling, sat on a bar stool and looked petrified. Pleasantly petrified, at least. Second thoughts? No, absolute fixation.It was her turn. "Steven!" He looked at her. "Over here. C'mon. You know I. I circled the word mouse several times. Then I wentinto my mother's private study.But instead of the immaculate, organizedcollection of books and artifacts that usually greeted me - on the rareoccasion she allowed me in - I found everything disorganized andcluttered. Stacks of books and papers - drawers pulled halfway out ofthe filing cabinet, ancient artifacts lying on the floor - someactually broken. I began to pick up the clutter, and reshelve the bookswhen I saw the small ceramic grey mouse. One of the crowd approached her and started to finger her clit, making her squirm, then without asking pushed his bare cock into her and rode her until his cum filled her. The next guy then took his place and fucked her. I had read that these rooms also had 2 way mirrors into the neighbouring rooms so I went a few booths down and entered. Through the mirror I could watch my wife’s top half bouncing and the look on my wife’s face as she orgasmed. After a couple of guys had filled her I locked. "Thank you, not many nice blokes like you left these days! Think I owe you a dance or two," I said with a wink. We had our shots and made our way to the dance floor. A dance or two turned into three or four, and by this point things were heating up. I felt like we were the only two people out there. Our bodies were so close, our lips would meet but never kiss, the sexual tension was incredible. As I was grinding down on him I could feel that he now had an erection: "Maybe we should take this.