You come back with another drink for us and tell me when we have finished this we have to leave. I cant decide whether to drink it fast so we can go o...r take my time and enjoy the anticipation of what is going to happen. As we leave the pub I ask you how long it will take us to get wherever we are going, you tell me just a few minutes, and you tell me when you stop the car I have to put a blindfold on. My mind is going wild with all the thoughts of what could be going to happen. What seems like. Now it felt much morenatural to Art. It was something he had practiced, something he hadalmost perfected. Worryingly, the barman didn't move. Instead he lookedArt up and down, from head to toe and back up again. Art shifted, alittle nervous in his heels."How old are you?" Twenty." Art's reply was fast, maybe a little too fast. He had figuredout what he was going to say all through today at school. Now he wasworried it all sounded a little rehearsed."Really." The man seemed unconvinced. "When. (She was watching him so I wasn't blocking her view of the screen.) This all was happening really fast. Her husband unbuttoned the front of her dress exposing her naked body all the way even as the guy behind continued to knead her tits like balls of dough. I had the best view in the place and was loving it. Eventually the guy behind her and one guy on his left were exposing themselves and stroking really hard within inches of her face and side of her head. I was so hard I couldn't hardly stand. And here goes the hanky panky again. He vigorously crams his banana between my buns, straddling my rump with his fat hairy ass. He's pounding my butt with gusto, and starts singing out lewdly :— Let's go riding to the pasture! Come on, pony, even faster! Go and never stop! Trot, trot, trot!He leans on his head and pushes up, and as he's cantering on my backside, the mattress is frantically hinging under our weight. As I look between my legs, I can see his tireless club coming in and out of me..