I couldn’t believe my eyes when this fabulous looking female knelt down in the straw and reached up under that donkey and started to massage his...cock. The thought kept running through my mind that with her looks she could easily become a world class model, or an actress; something more than a cheap sideshow in Tijuana. But maybe she didn’t know because she was scrabbling around under that donkey like it was the most important thing in her life. She was trying to manipulate it into. “We weren’t peeing,” I retorted. “In fact, we want to try something too. Well, Muireann does.”Tommy grinned. “From the top then. But heads up, because there’s something new at the end. Just see what comes to you!” he said, gesturing to us.Gwen wasted no time in kicking off the song with Colin, establishing a driving beat on her kick and throwing in one-handed hi-hat trebles while smirking at me. Tommy soon added his guitar, a ruminating low pattern that set Muireann and me up to play our short. She’d fallen for the techniques of the lead guy and he used blackmail to bring in the others. She felt stuck, in more ways than one, but did get some pleasure out of it. Since I was the new guy on the list, I almost went last on both go rounds. That turned out to be a blessing because the other guys leave after they dumped their second load and I was left alone with her at the end. That was good because I was in no rush and we could visit after we took a shower together. She invited me to that.. “Well I have something to share, quite personal in fact”, I started out. I began to tell her of one of my fetishes, which finally led to my marital separation. "My wife would leave to church on Sundays and would stay there most of the day. When she left, it was my chance to engage in my fetish. I would be very excited with anticipation to try on some of her undergarments and I would put on pantyhose which made me tingle. I felt deliciously wicked and would walk around the house touching myself.