It was an invitation only sex-club type thing. I had to gain entry to gather evidence. And once I managed to get an invitation through Salma Madam’s... contacts, I…..well…I had to do whatever or…whoever everyone else was doing.” he said apologetically. “Hmmmm.” I said. “How was she?” “Excuse me?” “How was she? My wife? Was she a good fuck? You are the first man I am actually talking to who has fucked my wife. Well, about fucking my wife anyway.” “Sir….please…..” he said hesitantly. “Just answer. "Doug had been divorced for about 10 years and his son Matt was 14 years old living with his mother. He spent a month each summer with his dad, and about every third weekend when he felt like it. I had asked Doug about it and he stated that he felt if he enforced the court ruling of every other weekend he would push his son away so he let him come when he felt like it. At any rate Doug found the gym shorts and T-shirt and we were ready to go in short order.I suggested that maybe we should drive. .. ?" Duh! Of course I want to, don't be stupid." She blew kisses to Allison and Easy and we took Angela off to the big bed in the Bellagio. Well, the dream version anyway. Jamie stopped off at the Hilton to move us from the hot tub to the bed so we didn't turn into a giant prune, and then joined us for a little quality time together. Okay, a lot of quality time, but dream time is very subjective and what seemed like hours actually didn't take up that much time, which was good because Lizzy and. Unscrewing the bottle of rum, Sam took a swift drink, holding it in his mouth and reaching forward to share the sweet taste with his favourite little fuck toy. The rum trickled from their mouths as they shared their passionate kiss. “I want to feel your spunk in me,” Sienna growled.“You gonna suck these beauties with me?” Sienna asked, holding her breast up to her mouth and lapping her tongue over her harden nipple.“Fuck, you little bitch. You know that drives me fucking crazy,” Sam responded..