During supper, the talk really turned to sex, what she and we were into. We were talking generally but it had to do with setting up the next few hours...and what we would be willing to do(for me obviously no limits but her friend wanted to set a few groundrules, that she would break later on...). I went down stairs to get some ice and when I got back upstairs, I found my gf and her friend kissing gently, none of that angry love stuff, but tenderly like only 2 girls can do. I sat down next to her. “What about these?” she asks. Again she does a pirouette. She looks amazing. I’ve seen her friends wearing this type of outfit all the time. “Looking great. Keep!” I’m smiling again. “Thank you!” she’s smiling back. “Next one!” she’s announcing. Again she disappears behind the curtain. Again it’s not fully closed and she’s putting on a mesmerizing show. Pulling down the hot pants, bending forward, exposing her beautiful legs, pussy and asshole. Her beautiful petite body, her hourglass figure!. She laughed as she grabbed Cindy's other hand and pulled her away toward the dance floor. My wife later said that she saw the attraction between Cindy and I, but she was not attempting to separate us. She truly loves to dance, and she was hoping that Cindy would, too.Cindy smiled as she allowed herself to be pulled away, but she caught my hand and pulled me along as well.I can't tell you what the song was. It was classic rock, maybe something by The Doobie Brothers, or Orlean. I do remember two. As the pulsing shaft was driven deeper and deeper, she felt the base of him at her lips, and realized with further horror that he was even shaved bald.She felt her body ready to finally reject this indignity, at the edge of gagging with mental disgust as well as with the physical resistance to his stiff rod driving into the tightness of her throat. She didn't think she could bear another minute of it, even with the threat of the whip. Tears were wetting her blindfold as she reached the edge,.