The alcohol would not let me yield to my urge of commenting lewdly to him of a certain member's growing excitement with the look of his fat lips gripp...ing the lip of the beer bottle as he tipped it upwards. In my drunken state, it honestly did seem as though he was cruisin' for a cock to suck. Shit, the way he sucked that bottle made me imagine what he'd do to my schlong.The bartender was not amused with my enthusiastic remarks that were undoubtedly heard throughout the small hole-in-the-wall. He loved the boots she seemed to collect. And hersfit him better than Lori's high heels.On the day he got caught, the day his life turned upside down, he was intheir room. dressed in one of Lori's black Merry Widow Corsets, longblack Goth gloves. A very short pleated black plaid mini skirt withruffled lace trim and a petticoat underneath. Black fishnet stockingscovered his legs and his feet were buckled up in Amanda's six inch spikedknee high boots. His face was very beautifully made up in dark. ” He maintained eye contact and came closer. I could smell the river water on him. “Sometimes you got your missus with you. I liked seeing you cum in her mouth.” A flush of heat rose to my cheeks and I could feel my erection sagging a little. “That was you?” He nodded. I knew I had seen someone that day but, in truth, the thought of an audience had turned me on so much that I had persuaded my wife to blow me in any case. “We weren’t that far away from here,” I muttered to myself. “She. Karen then administered the twelve slaps as requested counting them out as she did so; her cheeks were now an angry red colour, so I knew she had applied sufficient force."Turn around slut!" I ordered. She turned around and waited; her hairbrush was one that was oval shaped with wire teeth and made of wood. The back was smooth. "Now take your hairbrush and spank your nipples six times each with the plain back of the brush!" I demanded.As Karen raised the hairbrush; I stopped her and added "Up.