She answered the door in her night shirt, she knows its me by the ring at the door. Si i eye her up and down i just have the trackees on and a tshirt ...hats it, shoes well slip on clogs actually.Goes into the front room she goes off to make the coffee, while she's gone i strip naked and give myself the biggest hard on ever. She walks back in and i'm laid on the sofa starkers with a stiffy she pretends not to notice and puts the coffee on the table, she goes out the other door and then 2 minutes. “You know I’m married,” I whispered.“Uh-huh,” she said softly. “But it feels so nice to dance with you. Kara said it was OK to dance with you, even close. I asked her when you went downstairs.”“It feels nice to dance with you, too,” I said, squeezing my arms tight for a moment.She did feel nice and I found myself wondering what it would be like to be with her.“And Kara really won’t get mad if we’re this close?” she asked.“Kara won’t get mad if we got even closer,” I chuckled.“Closer?” she. “Open your mouth you slutty bitch!”, she said. I did as I was told. She unclipped the ball gag strap from behind my head, pushing the ball under my chin. She made sure the nipple weights and the ball weights hung freely on each side of the horse.She positioned herself in front of me, spreading her legs, her tight ass up against my face. She bent over resting her arms on a hay bale. “Rim me bitch! Fuck my ass with your tongue till I tell you to stop!”The man then began rubbing my ass with his. Thedances she did after every stroke lewdly exposed herself, and were accompaniedby catcalls from those watching. The thrashing was now over. Patricia pulled up her tights as told. What was going tohappen now? I soon found out. Pints of beer were brought out and poured allover her, over her hair, breasts, bottom, and down her tights to her vagina.She was then stripped out of the wet tights, her shoes put back on, and thenit was my turn. I was stripped fully, my erection now very obvious. Some.