It couldn't get any better than this, and it didn't.When life is going along perfectly, wait for the other shoe to fall. I forgot this salient point, ...nfortunately.On paper, I was very wealthy. We bought the house in Princeton outright for several million bucks. I had the five flea market stands, which standard business valuation would have figured, at that time, to be worth about $7 million if I sold them. And I had the restaurant, whose building I owned, worth a million or so all by. I'dshow Daddy that no one was better than me and no one could make him feelas good as I could.That was why when my would-be kidnapper was hauled out of the trunk andset on his feet with Daddy holding his knife to his throat I wasstanding nearby in an utterly vampish pose that would present all of myassets to their utmost sexiness. My attempts to reclaim my soon-to-belover's attention were wonderfully successful as I saw both men's eyeswiden in both surprise and, in my primary target's case,. “tough day eh?” explained the barman. She looked at him and replied “ yes, I come here to unwind”. She sat for a while longer and the barman carried on serving the small number of customers, all whom were dressed to leave little to the imagination or wearing nothing at all. This was the only thing that would give it away that this was no ordinary bar. It was a swingers sex club.The barman had another quiet spell and stood next to her on the opposite side of the bar, “unwind eh?” he asked. She. I could feel the roll of his Adam’s apple against my arse as he swallowed down, eating me out like the inside of a Crème Egg.He paused a few moments later, then lay down on his back.“Sit on my face,” he whispered.I moaned with pleasure and straddled him, feeling as though he was using his whole face to fuck me as he pulled down on my thighs, flicking my clit with his tongue and gripping my arse cheeks. I came with his tongue inside my pussy, nose pushed up against my pulsing clit and his finger.