She looked ravishing and I wanted to ravish her. We got the taxi there and the party was surprisingly fun, even though I seemed to be the only one un...der 30. After getting very drunk the classic dance music came on and I was dragged on to the floor. It started off nice enough but soon I was grinding with possibly the best looking middle aged women I have seen. It was all very funny for them, and I kept paying them all compliments about their looks and dancing. The party guests slowly tickled. Your loving wife, Sharon.” Tasha read out loud smiling at the double entendre. “I don’t mind sharing,” Sharon said, generously sharing her husband’s cock with Tasha, as she wrapped her hand around his thick girth. Tasha took his pink bulbous tip into her watering mouth. “Mmm, yes,” Tasha moaned running her tongue over his swollen head. The ladies took turns licking and sucking on Don, from Sharon licking and sucking his balls into her mouth while Tasha ran her mouth up and down his shaft,. “They have a saying they live by; ‘Everyone gets the same beating.’ If someone gets out of line they get ‘the beating’, and it’s a bad one, let me tell you! But it’s a fast one and a careful one. They know exactly how much they can hurt you, and where, without slowing you down too much the next day at work or in the field, and without leaving any permanent damage. And if your sergeant beats you bad enough that your work suffers the next day, he gets the beating from his superiors, just to show. Once on the other side, she locked it, leaned back against the wall, slid down to the floor, and started crying. How could that have happened? Connie covered her face with her hands. How could she have mistaken a jerk like Ron for a nice guy? Again? It seemed like every guy she went out with lately did something like that, although none had been so hurtful as this. It was so much worse that Simon was involved. If Ron had said something to her while they were out, or at least alone, she would.