She ate the olives first so she’d have some food in her stomach. The first martini went down in three or four swigs, but she nursed the second.She s...ood off to the side and scoped out the scene. The lighting was subdued but she could see the terrace was scattered with tables, quickly filling up. People surrounded the pool as well, although no one was swimming. Beyond the pool, on the vast lawn was a large party tent, under which were more tables, more partiers, and a dance floor full of dancers. She finally came to terms that she had a crush on him about a year ago. She started getting really hot watching him getting sweaty and watching his muscles move and flex as he pushed the weights up and down. She felt a tickle on the inside of her leg next to her knee; she went to rub at it. She was surprised to find out it was her pussy juices running down her legs. Her panties were soaked in her juices, she knew she had to go and take care of this but she didn’t want to stop watching her. ‘Like it rough eh?’ he said. I could feel his hand sliding down to my ass as his other hand was on my waist…totally controlling me. ‘A cute girl like you who’s gone to so much trouble to get dressed up deserves to be fist fucked’ he said. ‘No I’ve never been fist fucked before!’ ‘There’s a first time for everything’ he said as four of his fingers slid into my ass. ‘Oh my god’ I moaned, as his hand pushed deeper into me. ‘Just one more’ he whispered as he worked the thumb into my ass and. ”A poster for Lustful Temptations: Wife Fucker IV lay nestled in a glass display case surrounded by flickering neon lights. Following Herbert’s lead, they stepped through the double doors to the great unknown“Five dollars to enter. Extra three for balcony seating.”If Vixen thought Herbert was old, the ticket master was geriatric. Propped up on a cushioned stool, he sat behind a tacky chrome booth reading a faded yellow newspaper. He barely moved. Quizzically looking at the catatonic staff.