She gasped out. I had never seen my wife this hot and worked up before. She humped back on my dick deep and moaned so sweet. I held her arms tightly. ...f you have to do me, get it over with, do me fast at least! Fuck me hard, and at least massage my tits and nipples. We fucked like wild rabbits in heat, moaning and squirming. She bucked like a mule. Suddenly, she tried to get away. I pulled her back. She moaned: You bastard!, dont you dare rape me, OH GOD&hellip,.OH SHIT&hellip,your making me. Care to join me? Bill asked. I did not reply as I sat my drink onto the bar. I slowly unbuttoned the few remaining buttons on my white shirt. I draped it over the bar stool as I reached my hands behind myself. I leaned down letting the girls rest up against the push up bra I wore. I undid the clasp of my bra letting the girls fall from it. My breasts bounced and jiggled as they fell from my bra. I shook my tits at him, as I stood back upward. I ran my hands over both tits as I made eyes at him.. Anyway, one day Robin approached me and asked me if I would be interested in attending to a group of Businessmen he knew that occasionally got together, had a drink and 'shared' one or two girls during the evening. I had nver been asked to do this before and asked him: how many guys would be there?; how many girls?; safe sex? Money?I secondly wanted to know how long he had been a 'pimp'? He laughed, and then said 'Jane, I'm not a pimp, just a facilitator'....' Ok I said, you think of it like. Oliver felt like a pariah and felt the glare of several dozen camera flashes through the window as the van moved out of court. He looked scared and tried to duck them, closing his eyes as the journalists threw their cameras to the window of the van as it left court, but he still knew he would be in every newspaper the following day.The journey to the remand centre was relatively short and soon the vehicle came to rest. Oliver was scared and nervous, but he had something to do: he had to fill in.