I don’t think it was the stage at the club - it was too clean, for one. But there were definitely elements of it - I could smell the cigar smoke tha...’s always present at Marty’s, the lights looked like they were arranged in the same way, and the whole room had this weird sense of familiarity.But, unlike Marty’s, it was packed.There were people everywhere. Men, most of them, but peering into the crowd, I could see the occasional woman as well. Some of them were dancers, some of them were old. A middle aged man fat bearded dark in complexion was continuously pushing his cock on my ass. I was starting to enjoy my day out and he became bolder and his hand slowly travelled from the side of my chest onto my breasts and pressed it harder than it had ever been pressed and I let out a squeal and turned around fast to stop him but damn my luck my bracelet got entangled to a thread in his hand and I lost my pallu from my shoulder. A lucky younger guy standing next to me took full advantage of. I got myself into a routine of getting up at 4:30, making a pot of coffee, having a little toast and writing from five in the morning until about ten. I’d then take a walk along the path near the lake for some exercise. While I was writing the fourth morning, I heard a car drive up and park in front of the next door cabin. I went to the window and saw a woman getting out of her jeep then carry her laptop and big backpack inside. At first I was annoyed that someone was going to be next door, but. Once her fingertips got lubricated with my wetness, she brought them up to her mouth to savor my taste.Alternating between kissing and sucking on my asshole, she pushed those magical two fingers into my pussy. She hooked them inside me in a reverse come-hither motion and expertly began stimulating my g-spot, which made my knees tremble from the pleasure she was giving me. Her determined licking on my asshole made my pussy juices flow down onto her hand. To my surprise and delight, she pulled.