The girl comes over to Stacy immediately, and takes the dollar with her chest and starts rocking back and forth over her. Stacy now has a pussy within... inches of her face, and I can’t tell if she is having a good time or not. The stripper whispers something in my her ear, and my wife agrees with whatever was said, and next thing I know her breasts are out, and the stripper is sucking on them, and she has pulled Stacy’s skirt up so that everyone watching this stage can see her tiny little thong. "Feels like you're just playing with it." Yeah?" he growled. "Play with this, baby!"And with that, he rammed, and his knob spread her assring with a vicious searing insistence. Trish's eyes bulged out of their sockets, as if her body was already so full of cock there was no room left for anything else. She clawed at the plastic sheet that covered the pool table and she said "Oh, you fucker! Oh, you nasty nasty fucker!"His dick ripped deeper into Tricia, and she screamed, half in pain, half in. She was married and didn't want to get caught playing, and since we were playing at her work it was a nice safe place for us to meet since massage sessions are private and generally in the nude anyway. The only risk was us being "caught" by her employer at the physical ther****t office. The massage room was right next door to the therapy rooms, so only a wall and about 10-15 feet from an unassuming person while we discovered all manner of sexual fun. It actually to the thrill knowing others. She was glad to see me, and wanted to take me to her apartment, but she explained that I’d have to be patient, there was a problem there. By this time I trusted her enough to go along, and we headed to her place. When we got there, the boyfriend was in bed, his abdomen heavily bandaged. She whispered to him, and he got up, dressed only in underwear, pain evident on his face, and went into the living room/kitchenette, closing the door behind him. She explained he’d gotten into a fight on the.