.” She was panicing“How can I help.”“I got your number from a friend. She said you could help with....things”“Im glad I could accommodate ...er. What can we do for you.”“I want to set up a....session” She almost whispered the last word.“As im sure your friend told you, nothing is arranged over the phone. I can set up a face to face meeting tomorrow at ten.”“Where?”“The cafe in the local town. Ill be outside. Ill need your name.”“Kell....er does it have to be my real name.”“Any way to identify you. WithSHIT sound I moved towards the door andnoticed the bar tender asking for the final order from kitchen for dinner …. Completing the dinner formalities. Wewalked towards the balcony she wasresting her head over my shoulder and wewere admiring the calmness of Ocean infront of us …with the cool breeze both ofbody was trembling for the heat. Looking towards her I slowly ran my fingers in herhair and made her rest in my arms kissingher forehead we walked inside and themoment we sat. I could see. I was already sitting next to his wife and her hand was on my cock when my wife got back she was rubbing, squeezing it as my wife watched she returned the favour by grabbing her husband's cock and then she whispered to him that she had the toy in and that I was going to play and he looked at his wife and she asked what was said so I showed her the app and I said watch that slut wife of mine and I turned it up full in the cafe as we watched her close her eyes as the vibrations hit her clit.As my. ...And sometimes...Only sometimes...There was no pain at all.And he called those days "Good" - and the others he called "Bad." Forhe dwelt in a world of opposites and it came naturally to him to divide things into categories like black and white, positive and negative,long and short, male and female; and to express a preference for oneaspect over another. And to the things that gave him pleasurablesensations he gave the designation "Good" - while the things that gavehim no pleasure he labeled.