I decided to go home and it was only about 11:30 AM. I pull into our driveway and I can see the workman’s truck in front of our house. I come into t...e house through our rear entry garage. My wife’s car is parked in there. I usually leave my car outside because we have plenty of our lawn equipment riding mower, weed eater, wheel barrel etc. are taking up the other half. As I enter the house I don’t’ see the repairman or my wife in the kitchen however the refrigerator door is open and it is. The wife, well she was wearing black leggings over a sheer lace lilac g-string,come fuck me pumps, a matching camisole ,that disappeared somewhere between this and our next stop. She wore a short jacket over this. We started with cocktails hers was essentially a big glass of gin passed off as a martini. After 3 of these and a light dinner I asked what she would like to do next. Sge suggested we take a ride down Sunrise and scope out the strip clubs. So off we went. The only one remotely. Looks like Wonder Punching Bag has given up on the idea of arresting us.” The smirking leader strutted over in front of her, reached down and grasped her by the chin, then said, “Well, hot stuff, so you want us to stop beating on you, do you?” She nodded her head, “Yes.” “Well, we would normally be willing to do that, so that we could start fucking you. But, in your case, you have insulted us and we promised you that we would make you pay for those insults.” “So, for your having been so. ..."You look like a talented cocksucker slave, and one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen....Now, how about eating my paste?" Sit your ass down Sir, I'm really hungry, and I haven't been fed yet today."We plopped down next to two other couples on the nearest large couch, and I found myself sitting next to Cynthia and one of the visiting bi slave women. She was french kissing her partner passionately, lapping her long tongue deeply into the woman's mouth. I turned to look at her, and.