She walked down a nearby row, then stopped in front a guy who was sitting with his handon his penis. Then I saw here go down, dropping to her knees in...front of him. I couldn'tsee, but I knew what she was doing! Wow! I thought. Wonder if she'd ever come over to me?She only sucked the guy for a minute or so, as she rose up and started to move away. I waspretty close by, where I hoped she could see me stroking and fondling myself. Sure enough,she started coming over to where I was. Yes!She stood. "Oh, please, stop, don't, no don't stop," Peter called outas Paul continued thrusting.Peter clasped at one of Paul's pillows and moaned into it as he felt astrange pleasure mixed in with pain. Peter liked the feeling, but hefelt Paul stop. He felt something explode inside him and startedcrawling on his insides.Paul pulled out and left Peter gasping at what he was feeling. Peterrealized what had happened and his lust turned to feelings of violation.Paul smiled and said, "I needed that so much,. But the boss woman was still not satisfied and choreographed the scene so the men manoeuvred the women so their faces were facing each other, the men were instructed to stop temporarily but stay plugged in, as far as possible. The women were to kiss and then she wanted to see them reach forward, rather uncomfortably as it turned out, and fondle each others breast.... only then were the men to resume their rhythmic thrusts while the womens faces were pushed onto each others. It wasn’t entirely. In fact, I felt ... cleansed, uplifted, physically and emotionally liberated – but why, if nothing happened?I looked around and ... Alexis was gone.That reality was like a punch in the gut. It was all real. My wife had gone out, gotten laid, brought her toy boy home, did unspeakable things with and to me. Then she had left with him. Would she return? If not, how would I find her? Should I find her? Would I be able to convince her to come back to me after last night? Maybe if I called Mama, she.