..... I’m sorry for staring” is all I could stutter out like a fool. “Darling, you can make it up to me, don’t worry.” she said with a sex...y but foreign accent I couldn’t quite place to a specific country. Showing her dominance, her left hand took my right hand and she stood me up and led me to follow her to the back of the cart where the seats rowed two by two one in front the other. In a daze I could only follow like a blind sheep as I was being led to this more ‘private’ part of the. I am given a woman's magazine to read whilemy hair dries. I am no sooner seated than a young girl comes over to workon installing extremely long acrylic nails, since I am not asked I mustassume that my wife selected the length. The time passes slowly and I amdying from the heat and because of the nail application can't even wipemy sweat, but every so often a girl comes and towels me down. Finally Iam done and I am taken back to the rear room. Here the rollers areremoved and a complete makeup. She didn't know it, but I was lying in bed naked in just a pair of heels, my hard dick in my hands. So I told her it was ok with me. She didn't come home until the next day.Her story was that Ron had d**gged her and raiped her, that's why she hadn't come home. But when she saw that I wasn't too upset, she changed her story and confessed that they had all gone to Ron's crib and had a few drinks before making out on the sofa. Carol, who was also married to a white guy was making out with Charles,. I must admit that I did bar up watching the performance. Mrs Williams appeared and instead of standing in front of the bar she walked behind where I was standing. She was obviously drunk. Her face was flushed and she had a weird smile. She reached down and groped my crotch. “Mrs Williams” I said, totally shocked. “Oh darling” she whispered “I am groping your penis so please call me Cynthia. By the way, it feels nice a big”. I laughed. I was a whisker over 8” so I wasn’t what you would call.