" Bob told him. "That includes my three daughters, my sons and their wives, my sons-in-law and their wives and of course my own wives. I also include ...a couple of men that work for me."For a moment, the maître d' was nonplussed, but he quickly recovered.He smiled and said, "Of course we can accommodate your party. If you will follow me, I will seat you, personally."Marcel (Bob discovered his name, later) led the group back into the restaurant. While the auxiliary room was near the kitchen, the. We parked in a reserved parking stall at the rear of the shop. The two gentlemen lead me into this den of iniquity. A beautiful blond clad in a delicate silk slip and high heels greeted us at the rear entrance. I recognized her as one of the women that had modeled at the restaurant. She kissed each of us and ushered us into a cozy room furnished with a several large overstuffed chairs, matching ottomans, end tables and what appeared to be a small bar in the corner. The chairs flanked a runway. He started pumping in and out of her. Bill loved Donna's tight ass hole.Donna relaxed as she felt Bill in her. It felt nice but she was too worn out to do anything but lie there and let her husband to his thing. Donna thought back to the first time she had anal sex. She was thirteen and it was with her uncle at the family's cabin by the lake. Man, it hurt like mad. She almost said no the next night when he came back wanting to do it again.After a few minutes Bill shot his wad deep in her. I should have been outraged that one side effect would be permanent. But somehow all of this made sense to me and I was relieved that the side effect did no harm that would be life threatening. I was lost in thought, not worry, but trying to think of how to explain what this information meant to me. And I think my facial expression must have frightened Beth who started crying again and ran to the bedroom closing the door quietly.Setting alone in the room I was faced with the realization that.