The robe barely clung to your shoulders. ‘Forks. Did you forget forks?’ I laughed. ‘Ohhhhh, c’mon.’ I snickered, ‘Don’t tell me you eat ...dessert without utensils too?’ ‘ UMMMM – hmmmm .’ you said as you dug two fingers in the chocolate pie. ‘Here, tell me how it tastes.’ you said as you offered me your gooey covered fingers. ‘I serve homemade pies at the shop too ya know.’ ‘Are you trying to cheat me out of whipped cream Lexi?’ I mused. ‘OOOOOPPPs.’ you laughed. You squirted a generous portion. ’Our first trip out was a bit of sensory overload: the entire club was filled with happy, fun loving couples, dancing, drinking, socializing and just plain making out on the dance floor. At 1AM sharp, the lights went down and red lights were turned on, illuminating the dance floor with an erotic glow. The ladies, most of whom were dressed like any other club goers, filed off into the ladies room in packs, emerging wearing little or nothing. A thong panty and heels, a string bikini and boots, or. She asked how much and he said the price. He added that he would come back later that day after they finished their rounds in the neighborhood, to fix it. Ana called me to inform the situation and I told her to go ahead.Early afternoon the black guy came into the house with no shirt on and dripping sweat. He told Ana that the sprinkler was fixed and he asked my wife for a drink. I could see that Ana now had some fresh make up on, had her hair in a ponytail and was wearing a low cut white. She spread her legs as the captain pressed in behind her. His hand released her hair, then gripped her hips and pressed his erection into her voluptuous ass. “Mmm, that is a fine ass. Tell me, slut, do you like being fucked in the ass?” Shelly quivered slightly and said, “Yes, sir.” The captain squeezed her cheeks and said, “Very nice. We'll get to that later. Turn around, sit on the toilet, and undo my pants.” Shelly wiggled around and sat, her hands working quickly. She slid his clothing over.