When I got back it was about 1:30. I sat at the bar and ordered another beer. Shortly there after, all 4 came walking back in. My wife's dress was a m...ss. Her hair was mussed and matted. She walked a little wobblely, passed me with a drunk glaze look and went directly to the bathroom. The cowboys still didn't realize I was her husband. They stood close to me and ordered another round for themselves. I could hear bits and pieces of their conversation. They couldn't believe their luck, they. She was radiant, and everything in her submissive and knowing eyes told me that she was mine and that she would do everything I told her to do. Power and lust were rushing through me, I was breathing heavily, and I was completely focused on the moment."Open your mouth," I told her. Maintaining her eyes on mine, she opened her mouth, and I asked, "What am I going to do to you, dirty girl?" Piss in my mouth," she said.I asked, "And what are you going to do with my piss?" Looking up at me, she. He was a nice, gentle lover with a taste for humiliation. “Arthur... nooooooo” She was starting to lose it. His gentle, but purposeful, tongue was going to work on her. From clitoris to inner labia and then deep inside her love channel, it went back and forth. She tried pressing her lips tightly together to stop herself from voicing her pleasure, but it was hopeless. By the time she heard the buzzing noise of her Rampant Rabbit she was already screaming. “They like to hear,” he had told her.. He decided that since he had the day off he'd go around town and see how things had changed since his departure.But rather than jump right out of bed, he lingered?he'd missed his bed so much. It was sooooo comfortable. He argued with himself, wanting to stay snuggled up in his bed in the comforts of home. But he also wanted to wander through the Village and see if he could run into anyone. So his biggest obstacle of the day had come?to get out of bed now and go take a bath or to just stay in.