Her hands rising through her hair and above her head as the music began to play.Jess turned and looked back at me as she bent forward at the waist rev...ealing her tight ass. I wanted so much to reach out and grasp her ass with both hands but held back while she continued to dance for me. Her hips swaying back and forth in rhythmic tandem to the deep base and slow tempo of the music. With each note of the word sail coming from the CD, it felt as if Jess was in a trance, where her only desire was. I don’t even know what I thought it would accomplish, only that I had to get away. I had to get away, please . . .And then I was being lowered-helpless to avoid the elephantine cock that was waiting below. A man, huge, freakish, laying on his back, smiling. Waiting for me to be lowered onto him, impaled by him. I groaned, screamed, grunted as I thrashed in vain. The stiff, unyielding tip pressing against my ass, then ripping into me. Deeper, deeper-he was 12 inches at least, and he was soon. “Who?” Gary asked. “Um... Carmen,” I replied. “Is that what you call her? It’s perfect!” Julie explained with a giggle. I looked across at my sexy wife. Alice seemed lost in thought; no doubt the thought of Carmen and Steve in Spain had brought back memories of that holiday into her mind too. Eventually she noticed me watching and grinned broadly before asking brightly: “Where’s the waitress? I could do with a drink!” “No table service at New Year,” Gary told her. “It’s too busy.” “I’ll go to. Then we reach a place where we have to walk up those metal/aluminium stairs. Lots of the factory worker from below can look up and see my wife short skirt pantie. Can see few of them laughing waiting for my wife to cross over, preparing to peek. Samantha was looking at me nervously. John then suggested that she wear the boots but i told her to take out both. She listen to me as she understand me most. She knew I want people to have a clearer view. She ask John kindly if he could help her take.