We just had an awesome dinner with him and while we were waiting for our table in the bar, he got a nice handy from my wife so I wanted to make sure h... wasn't spent. He just looked at me trying to gauge if I was serious I think and I was! Debbie also said she very much wanted him to join us so we are on our way to his building to drop off his car and he can join us. Before we got to his building Debbie and I had a chance to talk. She asked if I was alright with this and if I was not comfortable. A mournful, yet almost silent distressed whimper rises from the shape at my feet.I reach up into the ceiling rafters and grab around for the string pull attached to a single overhead light bulb. Finding it, I give it a yank and with a click, light floods the sparse basement room. I look down and see it blinking back up at me. It’s eyes trying to adjust to the light as it stares back up at me, a look of distress on its face morphing into that pretty look of terror, I love, as it sees the. The treadmill was harder than it looked, but not quite as bad as the one I'd had for my annual physical. It left my attention free to watch my wife, who was getting frequent corrections from Martha on proper pushup form. Her legs were already covered with a light sheen of perspiration from the treadmill, and her running shorts stuck to her bottom like skin. My legs were pretty shaky by the time I finished, and I was glad to lie on the floor catching my breath as Martha brought us both bottles. She slowly put the head into her mouth, and went deeper until I felt the back of her throat. She took almost all of it in her mouth, which was pretty impressive. I looked down to the hottest sight of her looking back up at me with her mouth stretched around my dick. She slowly began bobbing back and forth, my dick feeling the immense pleasure of her mouth. I put my hand on the back of her head to give her some motivation, and she took it. She began going quicker, taking my dick deeper with each.