I found it amusing that Martin was the male equivalent of Sylvia. If they gave him enough to drink he would start showing scars and telling Jaws type ...stories. Hell back in the old days we would be doing it together. We would probably be surrounded by a crowd with both men and women. Too bad Sylvia didn't have any noticeable scars. She could start a riot.Pretty soon the lookers pretty much all had their picture made with one of the, so called, stars of the reality network. After that it was time. The truth is that Sandy couldn't get the idea of being watched out of her mind. She went back to Lush to read voyeur stories and found most to be very erotic and stimulating. Most of them made her horny imagining she was the lady being watched. After awhile, Sandy simply decided there would be little harm in letting Wendy share in her husband's joy. After all, Sandy reasoned, she had already contributed to their happiness. Including Wendy, her new friend, wasn't much of a leap. So it was. It seemed as if she were being sucked down a long tunnel with only a pinpoint of light far ahead of her, growing more and more distant with each passing moment. Then she was no longer fighting him, floating upward as the world around her receded farther. Suddenly, as if someone had flipped a switch, precious air rushed into her burning lungs. She felt the hardness of the floor as she was lowered with a hand on the back of her head. Gulping hard to feed her oxygen-starved body, she concentrated. “I would never turn down seeing more of a beautiful woman like you,” he responded while staring at my breast. I wanted to grab his crotch to make sure he was getting hard but resisted the temptation. “Well, assume your position, I will be back soon,” I said, then walked away towards the Ladies’ Room. I adjusted the dress back onto my shoulder but was fully aware of how exposed I was as I weaved my way through the growing throng, knowing that the only way to keep from flashing the crowd was to.