Go back there ... and now that I really should be going back there, it's the last place in the world I'd want to go."Hartman leaned back in her chair....You've changed. As you'd put it, you've evolved, you're an organism that adapted to a new environment. Your original environment no longer suits you. And maybe it never did." I 'spose that's true, Dr. Hartman. But I'm not adapted to this one either, 'cause if I was, I'd be a lot happier."Hartman took the cue; that was the opening she needed to. That left three to service over thirty guys. Most of the guys were inner city Indianapolis BBC and they were anxious to fuck a white pretty swinger wife.When the event was first offered, that owner fella had claimed the guys would need no condoms and that they could fuck the women harder than they could their own girlfriends or wives. Seriously, this owner was selling the girls/situation big time!So, back to the final event. The men got to the club early, like around 8 PM. So, there you had. I knew, I needed to turnand run back into the bar, but I didn't. I took another step. Jingle.Than another. Jingle. I was hypnotized by the vision of completehumiliation and degradation in front of me. I couldn't take my eyes offAlice, panting and coughing, covered in man slime. I... wanted this? Neededthis? Craved it? Another step in a haze, the sound of bells and my heelson the pavement echoing in my ears.A pair of strong hands seized my elbows and I felt them cinched togetherjust like. Just thinking of his touch made a muscle clench and release in my gut. Well, I thought, Having a public orgasm in front of strangers was something I could check off my sexual bucket list. I didn't need to ask Frank if he was feeling good. The hard cock between his legs and the dried crust of pre-cum on my thigh answered that question. Touching was Ok on the 'public' part of our beach so I reached over and wrapped my fist around his cock and milked the length from the base to his tip and.