As I slowly allowed my hand to find its way between her legs she opened them and I could feel her warm and moist pussy lips, she was so wet. As I slid...a finger up in her and found her G-Spot, she held my cock firmly in her hand and stroked me even harder, and just as I was enjoying this awesome moment. I felt a shadow block the morning light, and as I looked up I saw a man standing over us and he said in his english-french accent, " I see you have met my wife, she is lovely, no?" and I was. You can kiss your balls goodbye. Or you could if you could reach them."She poured drinks for the other women and raised her glass. "To the new girl on the block," she said, and the women all drank and clapped their hands again."You never were much of a man, anyway," she went on. "Think of how many times we've tried to have k**s."She removed the panties then, but I could hardly talk from the pain, and the horror that engulfed me. But finally, I managed to get out, "But my job...?" Oh, don't. Finally, you're still, still deeply impaled on my thickness. I wait a minute before speaking."Are you all right?" I ask, my voice carefully neutral.You nod."I'm okay - just need a minute - but I want this lover. I want you in my ass." Just take it easy," I say. "There's no rush."The words are barely out of my mouth before you move forward, easing me out of you until only the head remains, just past your tight ring. You take me in again slowly, gradually, till I'm buried in your ass, every inch. “Now tell me about that phone call.”Still burning from the embarrassment of having to shout for the whole bar to hear you stuff your thong into your bag. A quick glance around now confirms that many people heard and saw the whole incident. The giggles, the looks, the frowns, the smiles from various people conveying a whole range of judgements. You feel so small, tiny, belittled by strangers in front of an audience. It's strange as your head spins with thoughts and emotions, this was the game,.