She stopped and let her eyes adjust to the dim light. The bar was horseshoe shaped and was about half full. There were booths on two levels and a danc... floor. A rock band was tuning up.Tim followed Janice into the bar and took a seat on the opposite side where he could see her. He watched her order a drink. Then he waited. Within minutes there was a guy talking to her. Tim could see her laughing and talking. Then several more came up and gathered around her. Tim felt a moment of pride as he. My wife then stripped off and climbed onto the bed straddling me as if we were going to have a sixty nine but she just lowered herself over my face pushing her pussy lips onto my mouth, I poked my tongue between them entering her with my tongue. The smell hit me first, not like pussy but more musky, then it started, liquid started running into my mouth, oh my god its cum! while I was out she was fucking someone else! I couldn't move as my hands and feet were bound and she had her pussy pressed. Then, he gently extended his arm and reached my ass. I felt his strong hand fondling my ass cheeks; parting, prying, smacking them. His mute commands felt like his skilled hands crafted magic through my whole body. His spell had total control of my tender rear; he had my body tingling from nose to toes and my nipples and dick rock hard.Without warning, he interrupted my oral operation to slide a finger in my mouth, seemingly to collect some of my saliva; then, he allowed me to continue. I felt. "Uhhh ... Okay," I giggled, having no idea what that meant."See, we have this theory that pizza should be free," Heather told me. "Like air and sunshine and..." Pizza!" I grinned at her. "Yeah, that makes sense." Yeah!" She grinned back. "But the problem is that most pizza places want money." That sucks!" I laughed."Noooo..." Heather stuck her tongue out at me. "You suck! All you faggots pay for the pizza. See?" Uhhh ... Oh!" Don't worry," she shrugged. "The pizza guys know what's going on, or.