Then slowly the entire into her mouth and started stroking hard. I held her head and choked her mouth with my penis.That was a heavenly feeling. Where...saliva coming out of her mouth. I was showing no signs to stop. After a good blowjob, we went inside the bedroom. It was really cold that night. I slid down her shorts and it was time to please the birthday girl. I threw her on the bed and tied both her hands to the iron bed.This was not planned but I found a rope around her table. Even she did. We both knew we wanted to have sex again. But now conscious of what we are doing. I grabbed her and pulled her closer.We both were staring into each other’s eyes. The tension was building up and after a few minutes, we started to kiss vigorously. We were hugging and kissing and groping each other with passion and lust. I moved from her lips and started kissing and licking her neck.I slowly moved down to her boobs. Soon I started kissing her boobs she stopped me and we looked into each other’s. B , don’t make trouble or Im gonna fuck you up’, I answered in the negative that I was not a.b (Aryan b*****rhood, Astoria/L.I.C was a large skinhead enclave in my youth) and that I would indeed not make any trouble. So he opened a set of large doors that led into a darker but larger room with loud music playing and a strange yet attractive odor.So as walked in my nervousness had gotten worse and my mouth had become bone dry and my trembling had intensified. I walked toward the bar were the. "What's her story?" I asked when she and Charlie were away from the table. "Married woman in a bar at a table with a bunch of guys?" Her old man works swing shift and she doesn't like to sit at home and stare at the walls. She comes in, drinks and dances, and then he stops by and picks her up on the way home." Charlie didn't seem all that eager to dance with her." She used to be Charlie's girl before she got married." He let something like that get away? Was he on drugs?"I saw all the guys.