.. either?” Mrs Van Buren could be distinctly to the point when necessary.“My child will have the same father as your daughter’s, Mrs Van Buren.... As to legitimate, well I would not marry someone simply to give a man’s name to a child. In the West you would, I think, be surprised at how similar are the surface moralities people live by. As, I suspect, in the East, the rules people actually work under are different to those they publically espouse”“That is true, my dear. Yet it is the public rules. Neither wore wedding rings and my hubby noticed this first as I was too nervous to notice much of anything other than I was left alone, dressed like a street whore,and as far as these men knew was dropped off as my hubby left the table we were at together originally. When my hubby was trying to make me feel more relaxed one of the two ordered fresh drinks and they were there before I had the first one drank. I decided to go redo my makeup and when I returned my hubby asked if everything was ok. But just for one drink."We walked over to this little bar a couple of blocks away. I kepthaving to pull down on the hem of my dress to keep it from sliding up asI walked. When we finally got to the bar, they sat me in the middle ofa big 'U' shaped booth, the head of the table...'since it was mybirthday'. Vic took everyone's order and went to the bar for whatseemed like a long time. While he was gone all the attention at thetable was on me. The guys all wanted to know where I worked, what. Its Sir you fucking slut! I said before diving back into her pussy again. S-Sir Im going to cum soon, Oh OHH PLEASE CAN I CUM!?! She begged sweetly. I stopped what I was doing and pushed her off my mouth. Get that hot fucking cunt on my dick! I demanded. Yes Sir. She replied as she turned around facing my squatting over my dick rubbing it up and down her slit a few times. She closed her eyes and kept rubbing it up and down her slit. I reached up and smacked her left tit hard through her shirt..