Both were bearded, bald headed and with tattoos all over their strong arms. Both worn greased stained shirts and jeans.I looked at both men and tried ...to move past them. But the larger one grabbed my arm and twisted it at my back. I protested, but I was dragged towards another man sitting at the bar. I then became aware of the surroundings. There were in the restaurant at least twenty men, all of them huge, bald and bearded, wearing greased jeans and with lustful looks in their eyes.I begged. She was completely lost in the situation, eyes barely open with head hanging back, just enjoying the passion. Then I looked back at him, raised my eyebrows acceptingly, gave a nod, and returned to ravaging Lisa’s sexy pert breasts. I guess that nod was permission enough. Mark went to town on her other side, doing the same things I was doing. Then Mark also placed his arm over my back in a light hug, I guess to tell me thank you or something, not sure. Lisa was in heaven. She had the two. Then she kissed him - not a chaste polite thank-you, but a moist full-lipped body-pressing kiss that left Fred wondering how much of a gentleman he really wanted to be.The elevator doors opened, and Sharon held Fred's hand as she went with him down the hallway. When he reached into his wallet to get the room card, she leaned against the wall, one leg extended with the tip of her shoe drawing circles in the carpet. The lock released and he pulled the door open, gesturing for Sharon to precede. As Ann undressed me, we watched Art finger fuck my young wife. He gently stoked Sue's pliant ass cheeks.Ann sat on my naked lap, "In the last year, I only had sex of any kind with my boyfriend ... until our train trip. But I've only fucked one man in that time, until tonight. I want to fuck you desperately. Ever since you knocked me out on the train, I've dreamed about fucking you. Please let me." Hmm, no ethical concerns here!"Wow! No pressure, huh? You are an incredibly sexy woman. Beautiful.