I smiled and led him, still holding his hard boner, into the booth. I stripped naked and watched as he took off his t-shirt and kicked off his cargo s...orts. He stood there in just his work boots and jockey shorts! I knelt at his feet and hooked my thumbs into the waist band of his jockeys, and slowly eased them down. His hardon sprang free and brushed my pouty lips. I lifted his boots out of the shorts and ran my hands over his muscular legs - his calves and thighs were like IRON! I felt his. As the record built to a crescendo, our hips in time with rhythm, our lips met again. There was no pretence this time, just heat, actual a****l passion. I knew this song, and I knew that there were just a couple of choruses left. Keeping the rhythm the same but just increasing the pressure, I screwed my eyes shut tight and went for it, letting the waves of pleasure flood over me.When the darkness cleared and the stars stopped spinning I was sitting on the chair, with a worm’s eye view of. I couldn't imagine that any woman who looked and dressed so sexy would be interested in a k**, but it was such an exciting idea that I fantasized about her all the time during my high school years. My thoughts were always about her when my mind had a chance to fantasize, especially at night, I'd dream and masturbate imagining her sexy red mouth sucking on my hard cock while wearing only her nylons and high heels and me being able to be between her legs sucking and licking her sexy mound. All. Lotti walked behind her and untied the school tie that bound her wrists together.“Now, take the slut into the shower and wash her. I want her nice and fresh. And wash yourself while you’re there. You,” she said turning to me, “can wait. You will have your turn in a moment. Just watch your slut wife being intimate with your other guest.”I expected Fay to be angry at being called names like that, but she seemed to accept it. She opened the glass door of the shower, reached in, and turned the.