Mike's face was right between my arse with his nose pushed up against my clit and Marlon held his head there. "Can you smell your wife Mike?" He asked...."Yes I can" Mike quietly answered.I felt another huge slap on my arse cheek. "Tell your husband what he needs to call me slut" Marlon ordered as his hand hit me again. "Call him sir Mike, you must always call him Sir" I told him.Mike surprisingly obeyed. "Yes sir I can" he said as Marlon kept his nose pushed up against my pussy."You smell how wet. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t witty, but it was the best I had at the moment. I turned around and took a better look at the dudes I was locked up with. The one taking a piss looked homeless and I could smell the booze on him from where I stood. The other three where all dressed in Dickies pants or shorts and where wearing red flannels, red Chuck Taylors, and red bandannas on the head and one around the ankle. “Damn, these fools is gonna be trouble”, I thought as I took a seat on the bench on the far. Marla laughed and jiggled her breasts at Brody as she kept tickliing him. Brody tried to pull his head up to kiss hercleavage in the white dress, and she pushed him down easily. Marla tickled Brody further, thinking of how she'd used to hold herlittle brother down and tickle him til he cried. Buther 8 year old brother had been stronger than this pathetic little dwarf-man. Marla's long fingers easily moved to Brody's belly and she took herother hand off his cock and she began tickling Brody's. Sitting next to me was an amazing looking man. He was tall, as far as I could tell and very handsome, with short brown hair and deep brown eyes. He had eyes that you could get lost in and I believe that for a short time, that is what I was, I was lost in this man. “Um,” I tried to find my words, forgetting where I was going, along with my name and any other possible thing this person could possibly ask about me. “California. What about you?” “Same,” he laughed, flashing me a smile of his.