Fittingly, the Ladies’ Night club was owned by two women, one in her 30s, the other probably around 40. When I went over to the club to meet with th...em, I noticed that the place was almost perfectly clean. The stage was on the far wall, and long bars flanked either side of it. The rest of the room was filled with tables of various sizes. Impressive, I thought to myself. One of the owners stood behind the left bar, the other behind the right bar. Both seemed to be taking inventory of their. ” She smiled and slowly licked his cock from its base to the tip, making him moan. “Well, I’m happy to tell you that starting today, you’re going to wake up to this cock-hungry slut, and her legally conjugal cunt.”“Fi-Fiona, honey, aughhhh!” Richard strained against the cuffs as Fiona began to suck his erection, his brain distantly screaming that any more stimulation was going to make him burst. “Ahhhh ... oh god...”After a few slow, excruciating moments, she finally let his cock go and. But when she responded as she did, he knew he was on the right track. And the more he pushed, the heavier her breathing became. As he pushed on her buttocks each time, he was driving her midsection into the mattress. Again, this must've been appropriate because her hips were now working with him to push herself into the mattress even more. With his help, she was now fucking the mattress. And the fucking was going on at a very rapid pace. Just as yesterday morning, the pace was becoming more and. It started before I’d even got back to my cottage. I was stopped by one of the villagers, who I’d met at the Bar but couldn’t remember her name. The friend she was with reminded me by calling her Margaret.‘I’ve heard you are good around the house, any chance you can help me out with something my husband’s useless at?’ She asked me while smiling at her friend.Stupid me didn’t spot the obvious yet I wasn’t that stupid not to ask what. ‘What do you need help with?’‘A bit of plumbing. I hear you.