Hank and Lacy are caught in the act

Before Hank could admit to whatever deep, dark secret he had wanted to act on for ages, there was a knock at the door. It was heavy and angry, and it jolted Lacy so bad that she fell off of Hank's dick and almost hit her head on the sink. As her heart rate rocketed she struggled to get her pants back on. "What the fuck do you think you're doing in there?" the man on the other side of the door shouted. He sounded Southern. Made sense, for a barbecue restaurant.

"Oh gosh," said Hank. He had gone white and snapped back into the good old boy he'd been before he had a taste of Lacy's pussy. "Oh gosh, what the heck are we gonna do?"

Lacy didn't have an answer for him. She'd been caught having sex before, but never cornered like this, and especially never while she was in the act with a married man. When the door opened, she thought, she could slip out the door and catch an Uber or something when she'd gotten far enough. That would leave Hank in the lurch, but that wasn't her problem.

"Oh gosh," Hank said. Apparently as he lost his cool, he broke down into using only two words and not being useful to anybody. It didn't look like he was going to open the door, and Lacy sure as heck didn't want the owners breaking in the bathroom door. She turned the handle herself and got ready to book it. Before the door was even fully open, though, the big bald guy she found waiting for her had her by the wrist.

"That's what I fucking thought," he said when he saw the middle aged man with his dick out. "You're coming with me." He dragged Lacy away.