No can't remember anything" I managed to get out, my throatsuddenly feeling very dry."Oh there was... oh what was it...." her voice trailing off as th... manfinished my cock tattoo "OH YES THATS IT!"My heart jumped into my mouth 'no for gods sake don't. I won't get out ofhere in one piece' I thought."Tiffany wanted a Tattoo saying 'Slutty Whore' just above where hertrousers will go, so in a short top or when she bends over it will bevisible. Don't you Tiffany?" she saidI almost cried in relief. I looked at him horrified. "Let's go into the back office." the bar tender suggested.The bar tender, whose name was Pete, led the way. My husband pushed me towards the office. Once inside Pete undone his trousers dropped them to the floor followed by his underwear. He stroked his cock until it was fully erect."OK" said my husband "Get down on your knees and suck his cock." No way. That's not going to happen. I'm not sucking him." I yelled. "You're not turning me into some sort of whore." "Get. ..”To be honest, I could actually have said anything, Laura didn’t really pay attention to my exact words: she leaned under the blanket, pushed my pajama pants off my groin, and blew a kiss to the end of my dick.“Oh, how nice!” I declared. “Will there be more?”“Maybe...” and she already slipped my bulb between her lips, then began to suck on it gently.It may come as a surprise, but during the ten years of our marriage, we had relatively little time and energy for morning sex. We had just had to. "They thanked me and gave me their sympathies on my date's condition. I stopped at the country club's office and dropped off the envelope with the fee for booking the room and a note telling them thanks. As I got into the car my GPS started talking as soon as we were at the exit to the parking lot. Apparently D.J. had put in the address to her friend's place. I followed the directions from the talking built-in GPS in the dash of my SUV. I pulled up to a run-down looking apartment building. D.J..