We took a day when things were quite and we could take an extended break.The spot had a desk,a nice chair and a bunch of boxes.Once we got there and l...cked ourselves in we proceeded to remove our clothes.We stripped down completely naked.I sat on the chair and Elizabeth sat on my legs.We kissed hard and my hands went right to her tits, thumbing her nipples.She caressed my back then her hand made it's way down to my cock.She stroked it making it grow quickly.Her nipples were rock hard.I kissed. Well... It worked. The guests felt comfortable. Maybe too comfortable. Then they took off their trousers and they had only these tight cotton underwears. Now, she had three guests who walks almost naked and carrying packet of potatos between their legs. She felt glad that they are comfortable but there was something strange. She felt odd with that. Now, she and her husband had clothes only but the guests no. Then the guests told her to feel comfortable and she told she is comfortable. Then they. "You little slut..you really like that don't you." She gasped. "Mmm...ugh. Oh yes I do like it!"Before their affair, if anyone called her a slut, she'd be angry. But when she's with Brad, it's such a turn on. Her voice trembles. "I want you to fuck me like a dog," She reached down, grabbing a handful of his thick dark brown hair, pulling his face from her wet cunt. "Fuck me Bradley...Fuck me like a bitch in heat." He fumbles out of his pants, taking time to retrieve a condom from his pocket.. That was just the first problem. Still, the show had to go on… The brunette pulled on her white hat and headed for the arena, her excitement already growing at the thought of the spectators waiting for her. Pierre Fontaine stared at the phone in his hand. It wasn’t the first late-night call he’d received from Edward Richwell, or even that unusual. When you were an attorney for the obscenely rich (if not so famous), it was part of the job. The request was, however, unexpected — and inconvenient..