My wife reached under my skirt and rubbed my hard throbbing cock through my panties. Playing with my cock and teasing my sweet rose bud, she began whi...spering in my ear, telling me how she was going to put her cock in my man pussy. She pushed me down on the bed, pulling my panties off. My hard cock was free and my ass was exposed. She started rubbing her hands down my cock, then spread my legs apart. Slightly teasing my balls, then I felt her lubed finger slide in to my man pussy and then out,. I grinned and walked down the tunnel. The cheers of the rodeo built around me. There was an announcer talking. He was out in the center of the rodeo, getting ready to announce the next event. I smiled in delight and walked right up to the edge of the barrier separating me from the action.The crowd around me gasped at the sight of my naked entourage. The MC, a middle-aged cowboy with a ruddy face, faltered in his words as he stared at me. I ordered him to hand over the mic. I was so wet, so. Harry made out seven slips numbered 2 to 8, each man getting to pull one from a woolly hat, he then told them in bold rugby terms, in a managerial tone; “ get stripped you ugly bunch, I am first, and you each have a 20 minute go on the job, no talking when you are in there and the lady is not only willing it`s her idea you’re here, some of you can go round twice or more if you are lucky and have the energy but don’t abuse the privilege, I know her she`s no terrace slut and this is her fantasy. Not staying for the entertainment wasn’t held against the Elites who left early... as long as they kept silent and spoke to no one– especially the press– about the true nature of Apex’s yearly “World Conference, Dinner Party, and Dance.”The entertainment arrived precisely at ten fifty-five in three long black limousines and a luxury SUV. The limos had been rented for the evening, but the SUV was the personal vehicle of Miss Donna Reynolds. Like the vehicles of many high-ranking Elites, it was.