Jordan was gagged with a ball gag, so he couldn’t reply, but his hips worked with me involuntarily, due to obvious pleasure in spite of the pain. He...was stuck in a passive role, but he was a bit more active than one might expect. Then again, Tamara did the same for Wendy as she got her backfield plowed by my sister. Luckily for her, my cum served as a rather nice coating of lube for her already gaping asshole as my sister sodomized her with glee.Of course, Tamara wasn’t gagged and her cries of. “She missesus too and wishes she could have met Jack. Umm.. Don’tfeel bad about her and Flex. Umm.. She still loves thebig asshole, but he couldn’t stay faithful.”“She knew that,” said John. “She was the other womanonce.”“Yeah, she says here, It’s not so much the cheating,”Marisa felt the color drain from her already pale face.“As it is his obsession with knocking up white woman.”“You okay honey?” asked. She had been sitting Indian style, and the bottom of the tank top was bunched up and covering her pussy. Now, she was completely naked. So, there was my Megan showing off her completely naked body for this strange guy.Not only was her pussy, now, visible to this guy, but she was also sitting Indian style, so her pussy was wide open for him to see. He grinned and said “wow.”I remember thinking I should be jealous about this, but, I found myself getting extremely aroused by Megan doing this. My. I had called his bluff and lost. I ordered another shot to drown my embarrassment. “How are you getting home?” Becca asked.I was clearly drunk and in no shape to drive.“I can give her a ride home,” Clint volunteered. “I’ll close up. You can clock out and take her home.”I stumbled out to Clint’s car and he drove me back to my apartment.“Do you want to come in for a drink?” I asked Clint.“No. I’m good.”“You sure?” I asked again, this time drunkenly rubbing my hand on his thigh.He looked down.