However when he pulled out a gun, I rather lost being horny however I did not show it to him. Hell I thought as we danced he should have whipped out t...at other weapon that was pressing into my pussy. The song ended and Angelo walked me back to the table. Angelo kissed me on my cheek as he said, Grazie a voi la mia bella signora, (which meant Thank you my lovely lady.) Angelo also shook Johns hand and patted him on his back before he walked away. John looked at me and seen the look I had on my. “So I’m going to touch you, okay?” Carter spoke, refusing to lose hope.He was hesitant to touch the inert hand resting on the sheet. But eventually he took it and held it. He had no idea what he was supposed to do next. It was not like he was an expert in body exchange or whatever this was.Hmm, maybe he was supposed to be closer? He hoped he didn’t have to do something gross like kiss himself. But there were so many theories that the soul could travel out of the body through the mouth, via one. “OK, I’ll guess, let’s see, you’re in a playground playing hide and seek, so seven?” He chuckled. “And how old does that make you? Try again!” I said playing along.“OK, earlier you were downing pitchers of beer like a pro. 35?”“Younger!” I said pretending to be insulted. “Well, you look like a k**, but even through those baggy clothes, I can tell you’re a grown woman with curves,” he brushed a hand across my chest. “But,” he continued, trying to get a rise out of me, “are you old enough to have. His cock was not very large, which was good under the circumstances. It was very manly though and I was excited when I was leaning over a bench, presenting my poor ass for him and he was working up his cock with one hand. He mounted me without courtesy and started to pump me. I had dreamed for many years to be used that way and here I was - a man-whore.The pleasure of feeling submissive with all that pressure and joyful pain up my ass was wonderful. Bill was moaning and panting, fucking me.