I know most of them never knew Mickie before you met last night, but I've talked to several of them and they all seem to have gotten to know her quite... intimately, despite her being unable to speak for much of the night." I was hoping we wouldn't overwhelm you," Alex replied, glancing at all the people, the vast majority women of all stripes. "These are the people like Mickie from San Francisco and other nearby cities. They all felt Mickie was a sister to them, and the time they had with her. The guys all seemed nice and discrete and talking to them also gave me a good impression that they were genuine.We went out to a club in Leeds centre and Nat wore a low cut top and she had her hold-up stockings and a short black skirt on, the top showed off her tits a bit but it was discrete enough. We arrived at the club and ordered some champagne and I started speaking to a black guy who said he was from London and as we chatted I noticed my wife was chatting to another black man who seemed. Under a halo of luminescent white blonde hair she looked at the most stunning bimbo slut she'd ever seen, even in this wonderful place. Wide blue eyes sparkled in the oblong darkness of her fat, heavy lashes. A doll's porcelain face looked back at her. It had a pretty little nose over the most sexually enhanced cock sucking mouth ever.The collagen lips made her dream of her sweet Master's cock every moment she licked them.She smiled and stretched the fat pink wonders over her white teeth.. “We’ll be back in 30 minutes, Steve, promise,” she bubbled. I took my gear and asked the guard if he would mind it; he said “No problems. She’s a cute young lady,” motioning towards Yen. “Yes, daughter of my ex-wife” I replied, a mixture of pride and confusion overcoming me.We retrieved Yen’s motorbike from the parking attendant, who said as I handed over some money “Nice looking girl there.” “Yes,” I replied, “Daughter of my ex-wife”. I wandered over to climb on behind Yen, resignedly telling.