.." Helen said, turning around, holding the basket in her right hand smiling at her excited boy, "I've already made us a picnic basket." A picnic bask...t?" Yes, I figured we could take our bikes and go for a ride, enjoying our breakfast in the park. Wouldn‘t that be fun?" That would be great, mum!" he hugged her tightly, and then he rushed out of the kitchen almost immediately, wanting to get to his bike as soon as possible."Don't forget to put on your helmet", she yelled after him, "and wait. I guess I’ll kiss you!”“That’s MUCH better! I like a bitch who obeys me!”“Ok – ok; I’m kissing you!”“Now take all those clothes off, honey! I want to see you naked!”“NAKED???!!!”“I said NAKED! Now TAKE ‘EM OFF… nice and slow! I want to savor this!”“Like this?”“Yeah; like that! I just LOVE those fucking tits of yours!”“Oh, Natali!”“Now kiss my feet, honey! Kiss my tootsies and suck on them! Stick ‘em in your fucking mouth!”“But Natali; you’re wearing NYLONS!”“I don’t fucking care! Let me feel. It was a friend of ours, who we had known for years. He was married but his sex life was nonexistent. He always complained to me about how she isn’t very good in bed and how she just lays back and lets him fuck her missionary style. He always used to say that I wish he could have one night with Lisa, my wife because I used to tell him all about our sex life, where we used a have sex, how many times etc. One time I even showed him Lisa’s sex toys and panties that she wears to work. I’m sure he. The shop had been open for about a year. It was one of those new upscale places that catered to suburban adults looking to spice up their lives. “Ah! Now that sounds interesting!” Driving up to the front I grabbed my phone and dialed the number. To my surprise, an interview was setup that afternoon at the donut shop just across from the store.A bit later I was sitting face to face with the owner over coffee he had purchased for us. “Now, this is not just a self-serve type of operation. We try.