I was more than a little tipsy, and I knew that dancing was probably not a good idea. However, I would do anything to calm my nerves. It wasn't really...nerves was it? It was anger. And as Brett took my hand and led me back onto the dance floor, there was a bit more sashay in my hips and both, he and most of the men around us noticed it.As we danced, Brett held me very close, and I allowed it. He probably thought that his charm was finally working on me. He thought that his fashionable two-day. Easing her swimsuit further I soon had a view of her slightly rounded belly, followed by her thick black untrimmed pubic hair. I watched her gently drying between her legs before she pulled on her white panties. She then attended to her big tits carefully drying them before hiding them inside her vast white bra. She continued to dress and left oblivious of the fact she had been secretly observed for my sexual gratification.Next a plump woman in her early 50s entered wearing grey sweat pants and. Michael put a bright, chrome metronome in front of her, the large hand moving back and forth, the gentle click of the metronome filling the air. He began to talk to her in a gentle, monotonous voice, more concerned with the sound than what he was saying. He watched her eyes intently following the metronome, her pupils moving back and forth, her brain fixating on the shiny hand, his voice and the metronome clicking a gentle monotonous sound that lulled her. He continued for ten minutes until. I’m gonna cum”And then he did. He shot loads of cum down my throat, and I tried to take it all in. He tasted so fucking good, but there was so much. I slurped it all down, except for some that fell from my mouth, and landed down on my tits. “Look at the mess you made!” He said before laughing. “Looks like I’m gonna have to lick you clean.”He started licking his own cum off my chest. Stopping to suck on my nipples. When he was all done, he climbed on top of me. “Now you get your punishment for.