I look at Pennyand she just smiles at me. I must have heard her wrong, I hope."It's okay sweetie you can shut your eyes, I'll be here if you want tore...t while Terri, I mean Ms. Terri does your hair." I wish everyonewould stop calling me 'sweetie' I mean that is what my wife calls ourthree girls. I have never heard of a guy being called that.Whatever I will just ignore, it until I get my voice back and I cantell everyone my thoughts. Penny is right this is relaxing having Ms.Terri brushing my. While I was sucking the dude that stayed in the booth, the other one reach around, unbuckled my pants and yanked them down around my knees. I heard a spit and felt a hand rub saliva on my asshole and then felt a jolt as he rammed his cock into me. I grunted but didn't stop sucking his buddy.The ass fucking apparently excited the cock-suckee "Bubba" #1 because he shot his load in very short order. Lots of cum....LOTS of CUM. I wound up spitting half of it in his crotch and "Pan Head" who had. Now it felt like their hands were all over me, my skirt was unzipped and before I could prevent was pushed down to my feet. Many hands had hold of me and lifted me up onto the table, by now I was struggling as hard as I could but they had me in a firm grip. The noise we made attracted some who were in the living room, and they came to see what all the fuss was about. I saw Margaret and Darlene amongst others but they just seemed to be smiling and watching what was happening to me. My captors if. George had witnessed a lot. He had traveled the world and had appreciated the fulfillment of accomplishing many dreams and goals. Now in his mid-fifties, he wondered what was left to enjoy. What would inspire him to enjoy the upcoming days? Every Sunday for the past six months he sat at the same table watching the tourists and travelers in Berlin. Their excited, animated conversations were like music that nourished his soul. Then one Sunday, his dream girl arrived. She hid her charms well, but.