”“Which one is Debbie?”“The red head.”“Oh yeah, I am.” The coach looked at me with concern, straightening up. “But not on purpose.”�...�Then what are you doing out here?”“You ever have one of those days?”“Pretty early for that.”“You have no idea.”“Where you supposed to be?”“2020.” Blank stare. “Algebra”“Oh ... Are you having trouble at home or school.” Shit.“Homes fine. Honest.”“So school? Are you being bullied?”“I just ... don’t feel like I belong here.”“Freshman?”“Yes, but...” but what could I. He pulls her arms behind her back and places leather cuffs on each of her wrists. Then hooks the two cuffs together. And makes her turn around to face him. Gently making her walk backward towards their bed and making her sit on the edge as they reach it. He stands before her, and looks at her, still a little surprised over what just happened. He sees a little fear and excitement in her eyes. He gently lifts her chin to make her face him. “How does this feel my sweet love? Does it feel good?. He felt totally drained as Phyllis had almost pulled the head of his cock as it had begun spurting and had milked him until he was running on empty. That part of their adultery had lasted almost ninety seconds. Even more remarkable, they were back in the lounge within view of her husband before Ted had finished the bottle of beer he’d started when they’d left for the laundry. Oh, so smooth. That had been a great fuck hadn’t it, the culmination of years of desire? Don’t kid yourself, he thought. The crossing from Oostende took about5 hours and I'd had quite a few glasses of wine by the time we got toDover in the late evening. We went back down to the truck and as I washaving a bit of difficulty climbing back up into the cab he picked me upby the waist and lifted me in, I was certain I felt him touch my arse ashe lowered me down into the seat. and I swooned in my seat. The doorsopened and the big juggernaut roared back to life and we made our wayinto the port of Dover. He then went over.