He felt Leslie’s body arch and pleasure and she started to squeak softly as his tongue drank in her juices and caressed her folds and love button. ...s he continued his oral assault, one of his hands moved down to his pants and undid the belt, button and zipper. As he felt Leslie’s body responding, he knew she was getting close and calculated the optimum time to act. He quickly stood and shook his pants off before tearing down his underwear revealing his erect and ready 7 inch cock. He pulled. Exciting the first time, interesting the second, boring by now. At least for me. Traci seemed to be perfectly satisfied with the club's limits.In attendance were the usual motley assortment of 40-ish over-weight suburban wives and their out of shape, un-hung husbands. Six couples. All upstanding, bland white citizens for most of the month and so-called "swingers" for one evening. Still, it beat watching porn movies at home.We'd just finished the introductions when the buzzer sounded. Our host. He put his hand over the top of the bowl and her tit slid through his hand as he got the bowl. She smiled as she put the cereal and milk down. Once more he adjusted his shorts and I leaned back and could his see his hard on under the table. She looked at me and asked if I wanted more coffee and I said sure. Then I said maybe an espresso. She smiled and went over the cupboard where we kept the espresso machine. She sat on the floor with her legs spread and her pussy facing us. You could. In a few seconds he held both her wrists in one of his large hands. Her eyes widened and it felt as if her heart skipped a few beats.“If i´m gonna fix your drain, you need to do..thinks for me...you slut...”She gasped. He undid her belt, opened the top button in her jeans.“Please...”He ripped her shirt open all the way. Buttons flew around in the small bathroom. She was trying to get free, but wasn´t very successful. “Stand still, bitch...”“But..”“You know that you want you drain fixed...and.