At that point, Ken Shamrock took a bit of liberty, and pulled his raging hard-on out from his underwear and tracksuit bottom.The choked-out man barely... twitched, while Ken Shamrock pumped his hardon with one hand, ready to get off on this kill. At one point, the lack of his victim’s movement set the muscular man off, and he twisted his hips, successfully producing a pop from the criminal’s neck, as well as emitting a grunt of arousal, followed by very fast pumping. Only a second later did Ken. I smiled as I watched Sara walk over to the car. Suddenly, a strong wind gust blew Sara's miniskirt up, and I could see her dark blue bloomers. I bit my bottom lip as I stared at my stepdaughter's ass. Sara promptly pulled her miniskirt back down and held it there as she headed to Tiffany's car. After Sara climbed into the car, Tiffany put the car in reverse and backed out of my driveway. She spun the car to the right and took off. I sighed as I returned to the kitchen. I knew it was frowned. “I’ll loan you some of my clothes,” he offered. She looked more annoyed than grateful but still nodded. As this was the guest room, there were no clothes here and she had to follow him to his own bedroom.His slacks were obviously too big for her so she instead chose some yachting shorts. They did not match her pajama top so she also took one of his dress shirts. She did not wait for him to leave the room and simply turned her back to him as she discarded her top for his. He was too surprised. It didn't matter if the guy came to ask Debbie, Carol, Alice or Bev he got me. I'd had enough drinks to get "loose" and when the guys felt me up I didn't fight their hands off. I didn't care because I knew that none of them were going to get lucky. Not with all of the girls I worked with being right there and watching.After almost two hours at the lounge Alice said that it was time to give me my surprise and when I asked where it was they said we had to go get it. We got up and left the lounge.