My guess is you’d be helpless to resist, if they wanted you. They could create a scenario you’d find difficult to refuse, a highly erotic one.’ ...He put a fist on his hip, leaning forward over the counter, as though he was a knuckle-walker. He removed his hand from his hip and began scratching his side while making a face like a chimpanzee. She didn’t know he was trying to make her laugh with his antics. Protesting further seemed pointless to him as he reverted to his usual character. She knew. We do this probably three or four go rounds. As we’re playing, I noticed Randy's cock getting rock hard and obviously was every bit as big as advertised. Tonya noticed as well. I caught her sneaking peaks a few times. They got sneakier during the course of our little game and after a while we couldn't determine who had it. I changed the setting to what Tonya preferred and left it on. After a couple of minutes and just as the “hot pool boy” as the girls started calling him, walked up, Tonya. Soon my sweet daughter rose up and lined up her now soaking pussy over my rock hard seven inch cock and lowered herself on top of my pulsing dick head and in a second, plunged herself down and swallowed my thick rod whole. Her pussy no longer felt very tight and in fact it felt a bit like I was fucking Leslie’s mother, a woman who had lost her cherry decades before, given birth twice and had fucked a dozen men before she met me. Oh no, my baby wasn’t as bored as she let on at school, but her. I was actually I little jealous, but turned on. I walked over to the table and introduced myself. The guy was a client I had not met. We talked a few Minutes and Wendy got up to go to the restroom. He started talking about how she was letting him do whatever he wanted to her on the dance floor and he was sure it was going to be a good night. I let him know that Wendy was my wife and he turned red as could be. I explained to him how it was ok and not to worry I did not mind. I always wanted to.