.. fuuuuuck! I thought, I can't get wet right now! But I knew it was out of my control. I love being smacked while fucking, when I'm horny I feel no p...in, being hit only intensifies my pleasure. I prayed he wouldn't notice, but knew he would. He stopped suddenly and looked at me intrigued. "Your wet." He snarked. "I probably peed!" I said defensively. He sniffed his hand and cracked a smile. "Look who the pervert is now." He teased. I couldn't string a sentence together, my pussy was exploding. “Wait, wait, please don't. You can fuck me. I don't mind. Please just fuck me, its gonna hurt if you put it in there.” “God I hope so.” I replied and forced my thumb in her ass. Her whole body seized up as if trying to prevent me so I removed my thumb and with everything I had forced 2 fingers in her. She began to cry again.“If you don't loosen up I'm gonna put four fingers in your ass.” “I can't, it hurts too bad. Please I'll do anything you want, please stop, it hurts.” I forced a third. We also knew that the barman could not see us. Mind you, he probably would not have cared anyway. I am sure that he had probably seen much more than me fingering her. I reached my hand under her skirt, she was soaking wet from watching the sex show. After finger fucking her for a few minutes, I noticed that a couple of guys, at the end of the bar, were watching us. I told my woman, but she said that she didn’t care, in fact, it turned her on even more to know they were watching. I just thought,. Bill loved to have his balls licked so I worked at it for quite some time. I shuddered at the thought of how many hours I had spent over the past couple of months with my face buried in this man’s crotch. I cleaned his balls for him for over half an hour. Slowly licking and kissing his smelly sack until he stopped me by grabbing my hair and tilting my face back so that I was looking him in the eye. ?Need the toilet first?, he said and I almost cried at those words. Bill’s toilet was me. Or to.