In most ways we're just your average mature, white couple next door. Mark owns a construction company and I take care of things on the home front. The...big difference between us and our neighbors is that we are a full time lifestyle couple. Our lifestyle consists of BDSM and swinging with select people. Mark is my dominant and I am his submissive. I wear his collar and consider him my owner as well as my husband and we have a deep love and trust between us. We've been married for over 30 years. Finally, I went back inside, and a guy departed. I heard the door open, and in he walked. This time he just leaned back on the wall and pulled his pants down. His limp cock rolled under my touch, but quickly responded to my mouth. In no time he was face fucking me again. I thought he would cum as I pressed my pinger against his asshole, and then popped through into a sweaty, wet anus. Again, he was getting close...another noise outside. We jumped, pretended, and broke apart. The new guy was. “Miss, you need to…” The clerk started, and stepped back slightly at her almost feral interruption.“Later!” Gayle growled as she retook Victor’s large hand and began pulling him towards the elevators once again, the large man smiling as he let himself be led by the waifishly thin, elven tiny woman. He knew she was nervous, watching her small hand tremble as she pushed the call button; he was nervous as well but probably for a different reason.Their interaction had not gone unnoticed and Candy. "No, I mean, you know what I was saying about ... where I come from? I don't know what would happen if we went outside. If we left the shop, or just this street... ?" It's no use, Russell. I don't believe you!" Ethel put down her cup with a clatter and carried the tray into the kitchen. Wow, talk about déjà vu! She came back out into the room. "Come on, put your coat on, and get your hat! As soon as Herbert gets here, we're going for a walk, and there's an end to it!"Russ stood up defensively..