Freeze in your tracks and start to worry about Megan.

"You wanted something?", asks the guy who had been called Mark earlier.

Yes, you just wanted to talk to them, but what they just said makes you incredibly worried about Megan. "Are… are you sure about what you just said there?", you ask. "About those stocks I mean…?" The two seem to be confused for a moment, but then burst out laughing. "Are you another one of those douchebags who 'convinced' their wives to come here without knowing what this is about?", asks the third guy.

"Maybe you should team up with little Simon here and watch from the sides how your wives are getting a good pounding for the first time in their lives! And then you'll know for the first time how them cunts scream and moan when they get a real orgasm!", adds Mark grinning. You flinch, and Simon seems close to tears again. "If you tell me your wife's name, I'll tell her you love her, after I give her a facial!"

"Facial, man? I will make the bitches swallow every drop of my cum!", says the other one. You take a deep breath: "Stop talking like that!", you say, but the answer is just more laughter. "Man, you are cute", says Mark, "I am sure you are one of those who gets a little boner when he sees his wife fucked by a man with a real cock! Or maybe somebody who wants his wife to tell him what to do? I don't care, man, but this evening is for the ones who TAKE what they want. Capiche?"

He takes another gulp from his glass and chuckles.