A big smile lit up her face as she again moved into the middle of the dance floor. Within minutes another man danced up to her. He was about 6 tanned...and athletic looking. This time Jen let him dance up close and really started to dance into him, rubbing herself up against him. She wrapped herself around him and he pulled her close to him. She looked over at me and smiled, before I could react she started to kiss him passionately on the dance floor. I didnt know which was the more powerful. As she grabbed one of his hands and guided his finger into the blonde’s butt hole...the fisherman now in new depths of experience. His finger edged in and out; lining up her arsehole repeatedly.He then plunged even deeper as the brunette dug a finger up to the knuckle in his own butt hole...boy was it exciting...man oh man... it led him to thrust deeply into the writhing blonde's pussy and get his finger way deeper into her tight back crack.It got better as the angel started pounding her clit. The first station, with a sign named 'Lovey,' was a very realistic plasticand rubber phallus attached to the wall, and the other, named 'Shovey,'was a similar large phallus extending from the wall on a three foot metalrod. On the floor before each station was foam padding with shackles.'Lovey' had a large flat screen monitor against the wall. 'Shovey' had oneat an angle to the floor beyond the shackles."Honey, meet you education stations! This is where you learn to be, well,you," laughed. "You are so shaved Fanny Annie, everybody would mistake you for a credit card swipe". And I let her have some more...."What's the difference between a rooster and you, Fanny Annie? A rooster says, cockadoodledoo, you would say, anycockledoo". ha ha ha, I laughed.Just then I saw a tear coming out of Fanny Annie. I felt a bit guilty, but carried on insulting her anyway. The more I was insulting her the more she shed tears. I saw my carrier scooping the tears from her and she was allowing.