Jeff stated.My own orgasm was beginning to recede as I ground my pelvis on to his almost exploding cock. A few gyrations later and his hot seed erupte... into my accepting ass. Pulling my body as close to his as possible he emptied all of his creamy seed deep in my ass.Gripping his cock with my ass I milked as much spunk as was possible from the pulsating fleshy pole.Smiling at me as he softly played with the dangling chains attached to my breasts Jeff said."Welcome aboard!".We both giggled at. I showered and shaved then went to get dressed. That’s when I discovered the clothes I had worn the night before were still sopping wet. Even my shoes were soaked through. And when I looked in my pocket, I found a soggy supermarket receipt showing I’d bought five bottles of Irish whiskey late the previous night. And I didn’t even have a hangover to show for it.I had a very late breakfast than made my way to the river bank. I had no trouble finding the quiet spot from the previous night. There,. Their results of their complete physicals. Their arrival and their remittance. Not caring about the remittance part I shifted the papers so I could try to get my feel of this couple. She was 5’2′ in her forties. Said black hair, blue eyes. No children. She was involved in many worth while activities. Looked to be very active in women’s causes. Glancing down he was 6’0′ in his fifties. Silver hair, green eyes. No children. He was a CEO in a banking family. In good health with very little else. She would wait her turn and I would watch the strippers go on before her. Eventually her name would be called and she would go on stage scantily dressed. She would then gyrate to the music and slowly strip. Once naked she would then break the house rules …. The pub was very strict about the girls not touching their pussy and definitely no showing of an open pussy. She would sit on the stage, eye level to some of the punters and give one a special show …. Stroking her pussy and then slowly.