Roy grinned. "Oh f**k," he said. "This is gonna be good." His hand swept up Clara's slender body from her thigh to her t**s. "Take my c**k out, b***h," he added hoarsely. "Suck it for me!"
All Clara's actions were slow and her words slurred. It was like she was in a daze. She fumbled for his zip, and Roy undid his belt himself. His jeans opened, and Clara had a half hard c**k in her hand. She held it for a moment, and Roy snapped "Suck it, b***h!" She bent her head towards it, mouth open, and obediently guided it slowly between her lips.
I glanced at Jack. He was sitting watching, smiling contentedly as he watched his wife take a stranger's c**k in her mouth.
June had stopped feeling Clara, she was staring at the sight of the little drugged Chinese girl bending over her husband's c**k.
