Surely you are not going out like that?”“Yes, you saw Sue the other night when she picked me up. You didn’t comment on her dress.”“I’m not...responsible for Sue, but you are my wife. I don’t want you going out looking like that. I’ve seen strippers who are covered up more than you are now.”“Don’t carry on Ron. The only people who are going to see me like this are going to see a lot more of me than this skirt shows before the night is over.”“What about the neighbours. They will see you walking to. Perhaps we have one of her former slave boys out there who would be willing to purchase her?" She felt someone prod her slightly, asking her to turn around slowly so the audience could get a good look at her. As she turned, she started to lose her balance on the tiny stand, the man asking her to turn caught her, his hand sliding between her legs and pulling her back up. As she fell, one of her breasts popped out from her bra. She heard a chorus of cheers from the mostly male audience, started. "God, yes!" My hips hammered up into her, rattling the bed frame. Tracy collapsed forward, dropping her heavy bosom onto my chest as she clamped her teeth around my lower lip--drawing blood. The shock of pain jolted me into action, and I rolled us both over again--spanking her ass hard in retaliation for the bite. Tracy yelped, but there was an obvious note of pleasure in it. Her eyes went crazy with lust, and her body writhed beneath mine--totally out of control. "So good! So good! So. To say that I was pleased with myself as I pulled out of her and looked at her laying there would have been an understatement. Walking to my bathroom to get a washcloth to clean us up with all I could think of was the line from the comedian Bill Engvall where he stated, "You are welcome."Returning to my room once I finished my shower I could see that she was now awake but had not moved more than to bring her legs together. Sitting on the bed next to her, she asked, "What did you do to me, I can.