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 Acquisition 17/38 (BDSM, NC, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F) by Headhunter

   Pam and Bess sat momentarily alone at the table and looked for the first
time at the people in the club.  It was an eclectic group.  In one corner
was a group of men dancing with each other, obviously gay.  Some were in
street clothes while others wore leather pants and vests, looking like gay
male clichés.  Some were bare chested.  All were touching each other with
easy familiarity, occasionally kissing each other with open mouths.

   Nearby was a group of lesbians, also dancing.  Some looked very feminine
while others had short hair and the classic masculine dyke look.  They wore
male clothes and led the feminine lesbians while dancing.

   In another area were younger people.  They wore jeans and tank tops. 
One young lady was dancing with a group of young men in a bikini top and
shorts.  In other groups were middle-aged couples, dressed in business
clothes.  There were even several couples in formal clothes-- tuxedos on
the men and long gowns on the women.  The one thing each person had in
common was that they were all attractive and very animated.  Dancing,
talking, drinking, everyone seemed to be having a good time.  Inhibitions
were at a minimum.  The club looked like a party that was going to end up
being a real 'blow-out.'

   The sheltered housewife was surprised by the people and some of the
activity.  Bess laughed at Pam's naiveté,.  Two attractive men showed up at
the table carrying drinks for the women.  They seemed nice.  They were in
their early 30's and were handsome.  Bess invited the men to join them and
the two men sat down.  The men smiled at both women, but they clearly gave
long lingering looks at Pam.  They made small talk about the club.  Bess
said that it was their first time.  The men said it was the hottest spot in
the city and later it would really get wild.

   When Pam asked what they meant, The man sitting next to her simply said,
"After midnight you don't look too carefully in the dark corners of the
club." He added, "Even in the open areas, the drinks-- and probably drugs--
lead to a lot of nudity and wild behavior."

   Pam looked at Bess with panic in her eyes.  Bess simply took the
housewife's hand and told her not to worry, she would take care of her. 
The men, picking up on Pam's concern, also said that they would stay close
to be sure the two first-timers were not bothered.  Pam smiled her
appreciation.

   When the band began a slow song, one of the men said, "Let's dance."
Bess and the men stood and waited for Pam to rise slowly.  The man next to
her took her hand and Pam could feel her wedding ring press into her finger
by his strong grip as they walked to the open area that served as the clubs
"dancing area." This area was lit by moving red spotlights coming from the
blackness of the high warehouse rafters.  The light gave the dancers an
eerie look of abandonment.

   Both Pam and Bess were pulled tightly into the arms of the men.  Bess
enjoyed being held by a man.  It had been so long.  Pam, never much of a
dancer and then only with her husband, stiffened in her partner's arms.

   The man said, "Relax honey, I'm not going to bite you." He held her a
little looser, and Pam allowed herself to be held a little closer.  The man
stayed relaxed and ever so slowly began to draw her closer.

   The spinning lights and the alcohol she had consumed kept Pam
lightheaded so she lowered her head and allowed her forehead to rest on the
man's shoulder.  Not exactly cheek to cheek, but it encouraged the man to
draw her in a little more.  Her nipples brushed lightly against his shirt
and their knees bumped as they danced.  The man kept steeling glances down
the front of Pam's blouse.  She was oblivious to his ogling.

   The song ended and a fast paced number started.  The two couples sat
back down.  More people had entered the club and it was becoming crowded.
The new arrivals were an interesting mix.  Some of them wore 'punk' outfits
and had outlandishly colored hair.  There were many pierced noses, ears and
bellybuttons.  Tattoos on arms ankles, and shoulders were also evident. 
The latter obvious on bare chested men and women with halter-tops.

   Pam also thought that a particularly tall woman looked very masculine,
despite the mini-dress she wore.  Her "date" saw her staring at the man and
told her that she/he was a "crossdresser." Pam didn't understand at first,
and much to Bess' delight, the men began to explain to an embarrassed Pam
how some men enjoyed dressing up like women.  Then as a joke, the man said
to Pam, "You're a woman aren't you?"

   Everyone laughed at the joke then Bess, wanting to exert her control,
reached over the table and flipped back the edge of Pam's blouse exposing
the housewife's fleshy right tit and red nipple.  "With tits like these you
know she is all woman." There was more laughter and Pam quickly pulled the
blouse back in place.

   Pam's hands went to the buttons on her blouse, but Bess caught her eye
and gave her a hard look.  Pam sheepishly lowered her hands to her lap,
leaving the curve of her tits on display.

   Bess' 'date' said, "Drink up and let's dance.  Don't leave a half-full
glass or somebody in this place will steal it.  We'll get another drink
after we dance."

   The four of them downed their drinks; Pam couldn't even taste the liquor
anymore and didn't realize that she had become quite high.  Walking to the
dance floor, Pam had to be held to keep from staggering on her high heels.
Another slow song was playing and this time Pam melted into her partner's
arms.  Mostly from the alcohol, but in her fuzzy brain she had to admit
that it did feel good to be held as she swayed to the music.  This time
Pam's head went to the man's shoulder immediately and her breasts flattened
against his chest.  As they danced the man brought his groin in contact
with the housewife's, and despite his best intentions, his erection began
to grow in his stylishly cut slacks.  It took a moment for Pam to feel
something hard pressing against her belly.  In her heels, she was only a
couple of inches shorter than her dancing partner was.  At first, Pam
wanted to pull away, but the man kept his arm firmly on her back and Pam
got used to the pressure of his hard-on.

   The music, the alcohol, the darkness and the swirling lights caused Pam
to relax even more and soon her partner moved both hands to her back, then
slowly slid them down to the top of her butt.  His palms were on the small
of her back but his fingers extended down onto the outward swell of her
ass. He held her tighter and ground his hardness into her soft belly.

   Bess had her arms around the neck of her partner.  Her diminutive size
meant that she had to reach straight up.  The hem of her dress was pulled
very high and only barely covered her well-defined athlete's ass.  She was
plastered up against her partner, her head turned and cheek on his chest.
He had his arms wrapped way around her skinny body.  Bess straddled one of
his thighs with her legs and was squeezing her cunt down onto it.

   Halfway through the song.  Bess partner steered them over to the other
couple and said, "Let's switch partners for the rest of the song."

   Pam, almost in a stupor, was reluctantly passed off to the other man. 
She fell into the new arms and was soon pressed against the male body. 
This man hugged her tight with one arm around her waist.  His other hand
immediately fell to the full rounded, fleshy part of Pam's ass and began
slowly squeezing the buttock in time with the music.

   Bess threw herself into the arms of man who had been with Pam.  She
immediately felt his erect cock.  "Damn Pet," she thought, "she can give
anyone a hard-on." At first Bess was pissed off at Pam for being able to
excite the men, then she realized that was one of the reason she had taken
possession of the housewife, to attract men.  Bess looked up into the eyes
of her new partner and said, "Happy to see me?" Then boldly she dropped one
of her arms and placing it between their bodies, she firmly gripped the
outline of his hard cock through his pants.  Then she added, "She may have
made it hard, but I know what to do with it."

   The man stepped back, smiled and reached down.  He took Bess' hand in
his and slid both down the front of his pants inside his underwear until
her hand came in contact with his hot, hard pole.  It was sticking up so
Bess was easily able to take it into her palm.

   "Impressive," was all she said as she pressed her body against his,
hiding her movements and began squeezing and stroking the first male
phallus she had touched since her divorce.

   By now the man dancing with Pam had an erection and the woozy Pam
giggled and said, "Why do you guys keep poking my belly with something
hard?"

   He just laughed.  She really didn't understand the effect she was having
on the men.

   The slow song ended and a fast one started.  The crowd had swelled and
bodies began crashing into each other on the dance floor.  The girl in the
bathing suit had jumped on a table and had pulled off her top.  Her
smallish tits bouncing in time of the fast beat.  The crowd seemed ready to
explode.  Bess and her new partner went back to the table.  Her hand still
buried down the front of his pants.  Pam's partner grabbed her hands and
began trying to make her fast dance.  A difficult task for Pam, given her
high heels and inebriated condition.  The man began swinging her arms
causing her blouse to gap open and her tits to bounce into view.  Enjoying
the show, he kept it up.  Pam finally was able to move her feet in some
semblance of a dance step but she was blissfully unaware of her exposure.

   A leering crowd soon surrounded the housewife and her partner, thinking
that the crushing crowd was getting out of hand, put his arm around Pam and
steered her back to the table.  As they he walked, holding Pam up with an
arm around her waist, his free hand reached up and into her blouse,
grabbing one of her tits and tweaking the nipple.  Back at the table, they
found Bess and the other man sitting in two chairs.  Someone in the now
packed club had spirited away the other two chairs.  Bess' new partner
jumped up and allowed Pam to land with a thump into the chair.  Her body in
a slouch, legs askew and blouse gapped open.  One of her red tipped breasts
fully exposed.  Bess took one look at her and asked, "Having fun, Pet?"

   The men left briefly to fight their way to the bar for more drinks. 
Bess pulled her chair next to Pam's and put her arm around her
comfortingly. Bess whispered to an uncomprehending Pam, "You sure got that
man hard Pet, I'd really like to ride him, but it doesn't look like you are
in very good condition.  We will go after one more drink OK?"

   Pam mumbled a disjointed agreement, saying she wanted to go home.

   It was fortunate that Bess had placed an arm around Pam because two
tough looking women showed up at the table and asked if they could party
with "that nice piece of meat." They indicated Pam, who had slipped in the
chair, exposing her panties as well as her tit.

   Bess stood up and in her commanding voice told the dykes to get the hell
away.  The two lesbians, realizing that Bess was a force to be reckoned
with, left quickly.  Bess heard them talking about how unfair it was for
"that tough, skinny bitch to keep a sweet cunt like 'Pam' to herself."
"Yeah, I'd like to suck on that honeypot," was the last comment Bess heard
as the two disappeared into the swirling crowd.

   The two men arrived back at the table carrying four drinks.  Both took a
long look between Pam's legs before pulling her upright.

   "Hey, there are only two chairs.  Where will we sit?" the men exclaimed.

   Bess stood up and then pulled Pam into a standing position.  "Sit down
guys, we'll sit on your laps." Bess was beginning to feel the effects of
the drinks as well.

   Each man took a seat.  Bess dropped Pam unceremoniously into the lap of
her last partner then sat in the lap of the man whose cock she hadn't felt
yet.

   The man holding Pam held her by the waist and rested his head on her
chest.  His cock immediately became hard and pushed into her soft ass.

   Bess, taking the 'bull by the horns' so to speak, straddled the man in
the chair, facing him.  Although she was wearing a dress, the crowd had
gotten so frantic that nobody took notice that her dress rode up to her
waist, exposing her panties.  The dress kept her sitting out on the man's
knees and provided plenty of room for her to drop her hand into this man's
lap and squeeze, "his package."

   "Oh, this is almost as big as your friend's," Bess exclaimed.  She
wormed her hand under the man's belt and was rewarded with contact on his
semi-erect penis.  She grabbed it as well as she could in the confined
space and felt the cock jump and begin hardening.

   The man holding Pam noticed what was going on with his friend. 
Emboldened by what was happening in the other chair he shook his face,
pushing back the edges of Pam's blouse and began kissing her tits.  Finally
popping one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking on it hard.  Pam's
sensitive nipples jumped and hardened.  The electric sensation of her tits
being played with cleared Pam's head.  She looked down and finally fully
realized that a strange man, not her husband, was sucking on her tit.  But
the feeling was pleasant and she could feel her vagina tightening as the
man suckled at her breast.

   Pam looked over at Bess and was shocked to see her dress up at her waist
in a public place, but more shocking to Pam was that her protector had her
hand down the man's pants.  It was all too much for Pam and she tried to
stand, pushing the man away.  He let go and Pam was successful in
struggling to her feet.  But her blouse hung open, and the people nearby
began to cheer.

   "Check out those tits!"

   "Man, I'd like to play with those."

   Then a female voice, "I wish I had tits like her."

   Pam grasped the edges of her blouse and covered herself.  She turned to
Bess, "Can we go, Miss Bess?"

   Bess stood up withdrawing her hand, "OK, lets take our drinks and look
around the club, then these very nice men can walk us back to our car."

   The men, of course, hoped that they would be able to get in the car and
go home with the women so they readily agreed.

   The two couples picked up their drinks and moved away from the table. 
As soon as they left the table a group of leather clad men and women took
it over.  They were adorned with chains, handcuffs and lots of
criss-crossing leather straps.

   One man said, "That's Jake's favorite crowd.  They have a room in the
back.  Do you want to check out some of the private party rooms?"

   Bess agreed immediately and Pam was led along docilely by the group. 
The two men waved at the bouncer by the hallway and passed into a dark
corridor.  There were several doors off each side, and a door at the end of
the long hall.

   Bess asked, "What's in these rooms?"

   Her companion answered, "These are rooms for special parties.  This
first room is used by gays.  The next by some serious open-marriage folks."

   Pam asked, "What?"

   "You know, wife-swappers."

   Bess chimed in, "I always wonder why it's never called husband-
swapping. Men can be such pigs sometimes."

   Another room was just a smaller dance area, another was an office area
and the last room, at the end of the hall was where the leather crowd went
late in the evening.  One of the men opened the door.  The room was fairly
large and empty of people.  There were a couple of couches and a stack of
what looked like furniture moving pads in one corner.  Hanging from the
ceiling were some chains.  Several supports extended up from the floor to
the ceiling, and large eyebolts were attached to the dark wooden walls and
on the floor at various places.  There was little other furniture; just an
old cabinet with door; a few mismatched tables and chairs; and a small
counter with an old washtub type sink in the one corner, some buckets and a
few lengths of hose under it.

   One man said, "I have never been in here when it's open, but from the
rumors this is the place if you are into pain and sex.  Jake controls who
comes in here very carefully.  If anybody was back here, we wouldn't be
allowed in.  I don't even want to think of some of the stuff that goes on
in here.  I like my sex more normal."

   The other man said, "Speaking of sex, lets walk you ladies back to you
car.  It's already after 11:00 PM." The man obviously hoped for an
invitation to extend the evening.

   Pam burst his bubble, "Oh, Bess...  I mean Miss Bess...  Bill was going
to call me before midnight."

   The man asked, "Who is Bill?"

   The other answered, "Her husband, probably, didn't you notice the
wedding ring?"

   Bess said, "Yeah, let's go.  We'll give you boys a really nice kiss if
you walk us back to our car."

   Pam gave Bess a frightened look in response to her comment.

   Bess leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Just a kiss and some touchy
feely.  Hell, they both have already been playing with your tits. 
Remember, you get to play with Bill.  I don't have anybody, I expect you to
help me out, Pet.  I need some attention; you had better not screw this up
for me.  Or else...  " Bess let the statement hang in the air between them.
Pam looked down and felt a chill run through her body despite the warmth of
the air in the club.

   As the four exited the club, the men still had hopes of scoring with the
women.

   ****

   The two couples held each other as they headed down the dark street. 
Occasionally a car passed, illuminating Bess and her "date" walking ahead
of Pam and her "date."

   Pam's head was clearing and she became aware that the man walking with
her was holding her in a most intimate way, but, they had already walked
half a block and Pam, not wanting to cause a scene, didn't know how to
extricate herself from his grasp.  Also, Bess' warning still rang in her
ears.  Pam thought she could handle the situation, but she had an
overwhelming feeling of guilt.  The man had one arm draped over her
shoulder, with the hand hanging inside of her blouse slowly stroking one of
her tits.  His other hand rested on her stomach.  Pam had to keep one arm
around her companion's waist to keep from being pushed over.  Her other arm
was hanging at her side.  Their thighs touched and bumped each other as
they walked.  Both Pam and the man were very aware of every contact between
them.  The man encouraged by the contact, Pam aghast and ashamed but hiding
it well.  She also felt a small spark of excitement caused by the touching
of a handsome man who was several years younger than her.

   Bess was enjoying the attention of her partner.  He also had a hand
around her shoulders but Bess was hugging herself to the man and Pam
couldn't see one of Bess' hands.  It was fondling his hard cock as they
walked.  She seemed not to be able to get enough of touching the tube of
flesh.  But then, she had been deprived for a long time.

   Walking down the street, Bess smiled to herself as she pushed her hand
down the front of the man's pants.  He groaned when her strong fingers
encircled his cock.  He stopped walking and turned his head to Bess, then
leaned down and began kissing her deeply while she stroked his cock.

   The man walking with Pam stopped before bumping into the kissing couple.
He released Pam's breast and pulled the housewife in front of him.  Before
Pam could react he crushed his lips to hers and thrust his tongue into her
mouth.  His arms encircled her and held her fast.  Pam was shocked as she
felt his tongue probe between her teeth and run across her own delicate
pink tongue.  The rough tissue of his tongue stimulated her mouth.

   Pam was shocked, her mind full of dozens of thoughts.  Over the past
month she had been kept naked and sexually aroused by her domineering
neighbor.  She had been displayed lasciviously in front of a young man that
she had come to care about.  She had held the young man's (boy, really)
cock and even jerked him off.  She had been humiliated by neighborhood men
who enjoyed looking at her nude.  Her body had been transformed into a
walking advertisement for sex.  But aside from the occasional peck on the
cheek from Bess, she hadn't been in a situation like this.

   All of the things that Pam had done-- been forced to do-- were different
from this.  Now a man, other than her husband, who clearly wanted to make
love...  no, who wanted to fuck her, was groping and kissing her in a way
that only her husband had a right to do.  She felt like the hooker who
would do everything with a customer except kiss him.  She had, in a strange
way, never before felt that she was betraying Bill.  This was different. 
She had been able to separate her other actions.  She had been able to
compartmentalize them.  They were part of the Pam that was between her and
Bess.  Bess had been successful in making her separate her life into two
parts.  Naively Pam didn't think her relationship with Bess effected her
family or her love for them.  But this...  this was much harder to accept.

   Such a dilemma for Pam's racing mind.  Having your neighbor thrust a
fake cock inside of you over and over; bringing you to countless orgasms;
didn't seem as depraved or as inappropriate for the housewife as standing
on a public street being fondled by a strange man and allowing him to kiss
her in the most intimate way.  Plus, she had to admit with great guilt, an
exciting way.

   Pam's tongue moved with a life of its own, beyond the control of Pam's
consciousness.  Saliva began to pool in her mouth and the masculine tongue
became more insistent, more active in her mouth.  Pam felt her nipples
tingle and her cunt tighten.  The man pulled his tongue from Pam's mouth
and, applying suction, drew Pam's tongue into his mouth along with her
sweet tasting spittle.  Pam, curious, allowed her tongue to explore the
inside of the man's mouth.  She hadn't been kissed like this in a long
time. It felt wonderful, Pam felt desirable, but the nagging guilt and pain
of what she was doing never left her mind.  To help herself survive the
situation she thought of Bess...  actually 'Miss Bess.' Wasn't Pam being
required to do this?  It wasn't her idea; she had no choice.  The
compartment opened for Pam and the kissing stranger became part of her life
with 'Miss Bess'.  Anything she did there, in that compartment, was OK. 
Anyway, it wasn't like she was going to have sex with the man.  Bess would
say it was some harmless fun.  Bess would say that this was a way for Pam
to discover how beautiful and sexy she was.  Her alcohol-clouded mind
helped her accept that.

   Pam's tongue began to sword fight with the man's inside his wet, warm
and very sexy mouth.  Besides, she couldn't ruin Bess' opportunity with the
other man.  She owed a lot to Bess; this was one way she could repay her
friend, her lover, her mistress.

   The couple broke the kiss and continued down the dark street.  Pam's
companion held her even tighter and now didn't even try to hide the fact
that he was playing with her bouncing tits as they walked.  "At least he
hasn't opened my shirt so anybody driving down the road can see," thought
Pam.

   After pausing several more times for deep soul kisses the two couples
made it to Bess' car.  The restaurant parking lot was almost empty.  It was
close to midnight and only the cleanup crew and dishwashers remained at
Jake's.  Bess opened the car doors and invited the men to sit with them,
"for just a few minutes."

   The men still hoped to be taken home with the women.

   Bess and the man who walked with her slid into the front seat, while
Pam's "date" pushed her into the back and climbed in with her.  The doors
were shut and the car was dark except a dim light that filtered through the
windows from a street light at the other end of the parking lot.  Pam felt
a little safer in Bess' car, but the man with her soon had her head tilted
back and had resumed kissing her hard.  Pam felt like a youngster again. 
She had never gone "parking" very often.  On occasion, she and Bill had
"steamed up the windows" before they were married, with a lot of kissing
and petting.  But that was as far as it went.  It was a strange feeling for
the 37-year-old housewife and mother.  Sitting in the back seat of a car
"making out" with a man.

   He draped one arm around Pam's shoulders.  While they kissed, he wasted
no time in pulling the sides of Pam's shirt open and even unbuttoning a
couple of more buttons.  The sides of the blouse were pushed back on her
arms, and both of Pam's red tipped tits were completely exposed.

   The man stopped kissing Pam's mouth and with delicate butterfly kisses
moved down her neck onto her chest.  This allowed Pam to see what was
happening in the front seat.  Bess was deeply kissing the man beside her.
The Pam heard the muted sound of a zipper.  Bess broke the kiss and looked
towards the man's lap.  Pam could see her shoulder move as Bess manipulated
a hand, then a smile crept onto Bess' face and she lowered her head.  Pam
couldn't see what was going on, but the man in the front seat laid his head
back on the car's head rest and staring at the ceiling of the car, a moan
escaped from his lips.  Then he mumbled, "Ohhh, that feels great." Every
few moments Pam could see the back of Bess' head appear for a second and
then disappear from view again.

   The man with Pam was aggressively sucking on Pam's tit flesh.  To the
point where some marks were being left by his ministrations.  One of the
man's hands had crept up between Pam's thighs trying to reach her cunt. 
Pam kept her legs firmly together.  She wasn't ready for that yet, plus her
clit had been so sensitive over the past few weeks she knew that if the man
played with it she might well be lost in lust.

   The man, frustrated by Pam's resistance, tried another tactic.  Seeing
his friend getting sucked off in the front seat, he removed his hand from
between Pam's legs and unzipped his own pants.  The man fished out his hard
cock and then guided Pam's hand to it.  "Just because she wouldn't let him
play with her pussy," the man reasoned, "didn't mean she wouldn't give him
a blowjob too."

   Pam's hand came in contact with the warm, hard flesh.  She gasped
audibly in surprise.  The man sucked on one of her nipples harder and using
his fingers wrapped Pam's hand around his aching stalk of manhood.  The he
kissed back up to Pam's mouth.  After several more spit swapping kisses,
the man whispered in Pam's ear, "Do like your friend is doing.  Give me a
blow job, pretty lady."

   Pam hadn't moved her hand, although she still held the male member and
enjoyed its feel.  But she couldn't do what the man asked.  She barely ever
even kissed Bill's penis.  How could she give this stranger a blowjob?  She
didn't think she even knew how to do it.  She looked up toward the front
seat.  Bess' head was moving up and down much faster.  The man was holding
Bess' short hair in the fingers of both hands.  Slurping noises could be
clearly heard in the small confines of the car.

   "No, I can't do that."

   "Why not?  Your friend seems to be enjoying it.  Come on," the man
begged.  "You're so beautiful and you have me so excited.  Please suck me
off." The man went through all the litany of arguments that men use when
they want to get laid or blown.  But Pam was adamant.  She didn't let go of
the man's hard cock but she steadfastly refused to take him in her mouth.

   As they argued, the man in the front seat bucked his hips and let out a
bellow.  Bess' head kept moving.  Then it was quiet.  After a few moments,
Bess head appeared above the seat and she wiped her lips with the back or
her hand.

   "Ummm, that was good," she exclaimed.

   "God Yesssssss," the man agreed in a deep grunt.

   Fed up with Pam's unwillingness, and seeing his friend blast his load of
jism into Bess, the man grabbed Pam's head and tried to force it to his
crotch.  Pam pushed away and screamed, "Stop, No, Stop!"

   That got a reaction from Bess.  Nobody was going to abuse her Pet unless
it was her, or someone she wanted to play with Pam.  She reached over the
seat.  When Pam pushed away from the man, she had dropped his organ.  Now
Bess grabbed it in her strong grip and squeezed hard.  The man slipped back
into the seat in pain.  "Owww " he yelped.

   Bess let go of her hold, "The lady said NO!"

   "OK, OK, but damn she shouldn't lead men on like that, I've got a case
of blue balls like I had as a teenager."

   Bess turned to Pam, "Pet he's right, we really shouldn't tease.  I know
you don't want to give him a blowjob, and I won't make you."

   Pam breathed a sigh of relief.

   Bess turned back to the man, "She isn't very good at it anyway."

   Bess continued, "But you need to give him some release, so." and in her
most matter-of-fact voice said, "...  jerk him off."

   Pam blanched.  The man smiled, thinking that a hand job was better than
nothing.

   The man next to Bess in the front seat added, "Can I play with her
tits?"

   Bess laughed, "Sure, but be gentle.  I don't want any marks that might
make her husband suspicious." Bess knew Bill would never see any marks, she
just wanted Pam to remember that Bess could make her play with other men
even though she was married.

   The comment had its desired effect.  Pam tried mightily to separate her
two selves as she reached out and took the man's good-sized organ into her
delicate hand.

   Pam leaned forward to get a good grasp on the cock.  The man next to her
began to lazily caress one of her tits while he waited for Pam's hand to
begin stroking him.  Pam's other breast was soon being fondled by a hand
that was stuck over the top of the front seat.  "Wow," the man in front
said.  Bess added, "Yeah, they are nice, you should see them when I tie
them up."