Every time the door opened I tried to see more but failed, hearing just a few more moans. I could only imagine what Mr Lenson or in fact any of the ot...her men were doing to my wife in that dark room.By three or four in the morning the party had wound down and people were either leaving or climbing up to bed. I'd managed to rescue a couple of bottles of champagne and was slouched over a sofa drinking steadily waiting for the door to open. When it did a man I didn't recognise staggered out and. Exciting.I continued down to the belly button, then to a gloriously naked manufactured pussy. Awesome looking. Looked real. Looked like a pussy. The lips were not huge, on the small side. The shape however looked like, yep, it's a pussy. Peeking out at the top of the slit was what would now be her clit. Kind of a fat clit, lot on the big side but definitely edible. When I licked from the bottom to the top of the man made pussy Sherry jumped as my tongue hit her new clit. When my tongue delved. When she came ot she was wearing the one I cut off her it was just sewn up she said she didnt want to waste the fabric , thats my girl.she than became the girl I loved. She did her chores cooked dinner obeyed every word I said and surrenderd her body to me, Every night before bed I would make love to her and every morning she would blow me usually around lunch time i would come in and push her over the bar, counter , chair , sofa a****l trough and just bang the hell out of her tight ass cum in. She’s gyrating against the window, beckoning to us. The fire in my body makes me want to go up there, find out if she can scratch this itch. My nipples are tight. Michael bends down and suck on one through the thin fabric of my dress. When he bites down a little, I almost come right then and there. “Not yet, baby. There’s more to see before you get that orgasm.” He waves at the car to stay parked, and we start walking. He’s pointing out all the prostitutes, nearly naked, thrusting their hips.