My boyfriend knew Pete wouldn't last much longer so he told him they should strip so they don't mess up their clothes and then put on the video of me ...playing with my Hitachi.Once the video was on they stroked each other faster. My boyfriend loved how good Pete's cock felt in his hands, and Pete stroked his cock so good he knew exactly what he liked."Oh fuck don't stop," Pete moaned "I'm gonna cum!"My boyfriend used his other hand to play with Pete's balls for and started stroking him. Then she made her way back through the crowd to our table. It didn’t look like she was in a hurry to get back. She was obviously being groped by more than a few of the men she passed. A few of them even stopped her and spoke to her briefly. She was beaming away, obviously loving the attention they were heaping on her. It was amazing to watch her.The Champagne she brought back with her was worth the added expense of her panties. It’s a much more civilized brew. We each had a glass and danced a. .. but if some woman was trying to force herself on me... well... you know what happens... ?" It doesn't have to, Fred..." Yeah... but it does... !" Have you ever tried to make it... with another woman?" You know damned well I haven't!" Maybe you ought to try!" she told him levelly. "After I've done it with another man... I always feel like I enjoy it more with you! I know that sounds crazy, but that's the way it works."Fred still didn't like the idea of his wife's getting laid by other men-and. No, really. The bartender brought the numbers written on a sheet of paper over to our little bandstand and told me to announce it.After the song, I said, “The Lottery Numbers for the Saturday night Drawing are 19,27,16,10,67 with 15 as the Monsterball. All official announcements are pending.”“Holy SHIT!” said one of the dancers, “I got four numbers and the Ball. That’s fifty thousand dollars. Run me a tab, barkeep ... a round on me!”That was just about the end of our night.The manager came over.