We hit an industrial part of town and I began cruising down the streets for a body shop. The first one looked too prosperous but the second one was an... old brick building with two cars out front with "for sale" signs on them. The owner reminded me of a greedy reptile with greasy hair, bad teeth, and darting eyes; I could scarely believe my good fortune. Even more, "Dale" couldn't keep his eyes off of Kristy, which I hoped distracted the few brain cells I expected to find. For less dollars than I. We didn't have sex that night; we just fucked. In fact, we fucked almost all night. Trent just kept going forever that night. I'm not sure how many orgasms I ended up having. Our game playing had been taken to a new level, and we were reaping the rewards.The next morning after a long slow wake up screw, Trent told me that the incident with Mark had given him an idea for our next party. It didn't have to be a party as such it could be any get-together. He wanted me to dress a little sexier and. I made some small talk with the bartender in between him making drinks.A couple of other guys came in sitting at the bar near me, and it was clear this was not there first drink of the evening. These were the kind of men you would want nothing to do with slurring their vulgarities loudly.I decided that it was time to leave and asked the bartender for my bill, and I paid for it. I walked by the two obnoxious gents, and one of them grabbed my arm and said, "Where you are going, baby, I was just. Tanya greatly enjoyed rear-entry, and the greater penetration she got from that approach."Woof, woof," she replied, sticking her tongue out and panting. She got down on her hands and knees on the bed, and Steve lined up behind her, slipping into her wet cunt in a slow, steady stroke. He continued his slow cycle as she grew more and more aroused, and she started chanting, "Faster. Harder. Faster. Harder."Steve followed instructions, and Tanya was soon announcing her first orgasm to the nearby.