Mark was surprised by the level of detail of Kathleen questions. She hadn’t shown more than amusement when he introduced her to their stock of “bi...ini girls” and “maid girls”, or even with the “pool boys”, but she seemed really hooked with this “slave girl”.“Well, they never contact us. We found them. We have a “research” department who finds these struggling girls and passes the information to our “negotiators” who talk the girls into a win-win deal. Of course, if we get some blackmail. It didn’t work so they freed them for us by untying our blouses and lifting our bras above our tits. The bar went wild. Of course it was Jeff exposing my tits while my husband exposed Rachael’s tits. Jeff got on his knees as I walked my pussy right into his face and kept gyrating. My husband was sucking on Rachael’s tits as she shimmied and shook. His fingers were in her pussy too. As our final encore before leaving the bar I pushed Jeff onto his back, exposed his cock, and dropped my moist. Part of his plan was to remain single and invite women who he found attractive to join him on different legs of his journey.He was very particular in the kind of physical attributes that these women needed to possess in order to become part of his crew. John was very clear in his mind about his lustful fetish for huge breasts with obscenely wide and oblong areola. The age of these women made absolutely no difference to him whatsoever as long as they were of legal age. In John's view, it was. ”“And with all due respect to your husband, he was kinda spoilin’ for it.”“Oh, you showed him all the respect he was due, believe me.” She observed him as he leaned on the step and downed the glassful in long swallows. A hard-working man deserved his reward—maybe more reward than a glass of tap water. “Would it make you laugh,” she asked, “if I said I envied you?”“Nope,” he replied, “but I would say to you that the grass is always greener. And then when you look close you find some guy’s gone.