We had a few more drinks over the next ninety minutes all the while making small talk. We discussed our personal lives. Her lack of a quality boyfrien..., my job, the usual crap. Then she asked me a question that no one ever asked. "Are you happy?" she asked. She meant it in the profound way, as in are you happy with your life. I told her about my lousy week and that this may not be the best time to ask that. She insisted upon an answer, so I told her it was more complex than that, but if she had. They are so appreciative that they rarely complain about having to share me.Back to Lloyd. He got his nut and started crying. Told me he hadn’t been laid in years. Hoped he was good enough. I reassured him and he began smiling. He wanted to see me again, of course, but I told him that it would be Wednesday before I was available. He asked if I dated much and I said that I did, so he wouldn’t be my only lover. That got him hard again, which often happens when guys find out how sexy I am, and we. Hogtied and gagged Melanie was still making some noise. With land well behind I unlocked the trunk. We dumped our prize onto the deck. Gagged, blindfolded and hogtied we could only imagine her terror. We rolled her over several times on the deck. Melanie still had her blue jeans shorts, checkered blouse and jean jacket on. We laughed and joked as the bound slut twisted helplessly on the deck. Her muffled screams betrayed her terror. I pushed with my foot turning her over. The others. Way before her juices the texture of olive oil had time to dry on his chin, the exotic, svelte beauty in killer boots amply demonstrated the term 'gag reflex' was not in her vocabulary.He hardened inside his jeans at the recollection of her kneeling at his feet, strands of the longest hair he'd ever seen plastered to the frothing ring of saliva around her shiny lips as she coughed and slurped, trying to cram him in whole. He wasn't entirely sure if he simply had a knack for attracting dirty.