Something to test the waters. Could we use your cellar?” I ask the Dwarf maiden. She gives me a grin. “I think I’d want a small percentage.” “Agreed. Bailey homemade needs to be sheered, and Betsy always needs milked.” I tell them. “Let’s test the waters and put on a little show. If we don’t get run out of town, then maybe we push things a little further.” My wife stood before the door of the threesome inn. Nervous but excited. Ready to step out on the street. She was dressed, or undressed as it were, in her pink silk thong and matching sheer crop-top. She had thigh high stockings and high heels. She also had her ‘Orc’s Whore’ collar on. Her leash held by a grinning Kara. Rebecca held a sign that advertised our ‘special’ show this evening. I figure her lack of ethnic clothes would Fingering relay what special meant. I give her a quick kiss and open the door. My wife steps outside. Nearly nude. Ready to be humiliated and shamed. They are gone most of the afternoon. Finally led back in by none other than the sheriff himself. The blonde Dwarf gins at me as he escorts my wife inside. His hand resting on her nearly bare ass. “Figured I would watch over the the ladies. Wouldn’t want there to be any indian trouble.” He says happily. I grin back. “No sir. Perhaps you would like a seat right up front for the show?” From the other angle, you could see her firm white ass bouncing down. They followed him everywhere, according to ethnic him he had had sex with at least six and an older woman as well, he knew everything. Julie had decided at 30 she needed to make up for lost time, hence the trip to America and as they were always saying how things were 'big' over there she hoped it ran to their men as well. Holly laughed. "Alright brother?" Not threesome that she thought the youths that accosted her had indian seen anything other than her butt cheeks anyway, and being approached like that was obviously a worst case scenario. She laughed into the wind and screamed obscenities. I glanced at Mandy and then followed Tony like a Fingering puppy. Tegan pulled on her dress over the towel then slipped the towel out from underneath, tucking it into her homemade bag before sitting in the car. Kurt kept kissing his wife over her shoulder. He said I am Sorry Sissy I did not mean to cause you any trouble. As she had no seeing-eye guide dog, she had to know how good she looked.