So as I walked pass him he greeted me and I returned his greeting. I thought that was weird because most guys don't look at each other or make eye con...act with each other at these places. I looked back at this man's car before I walked inside and noticed there was a sherrifs sticker on his back window. That set off my alarm because I assumed this guy was undercover on a sex sting looking to bust some poor closeted guys looking for anonomys cock. There was a huge sign above the entrance that. The old bastard did not stop; he just kept fingering her until she came; but she had to keep it quiet because she was sitting among other people.At this point I could not stand it anymore; I bent her over the kitchen table and fucked her hard slamming into her wet cunt and calling her a slut. We finally came both together and I filled her soaking cunt with my seed.The next day was the same.I could not wait to come back home and hear what had happened to her with that old bastard Boss.This time. .Hum bedroom mein gaye aur usne AC on kiya.. phir wo tv on krke dvd player mein koi cd lagane lagi.. maine tv ki taraf dekhaa to usme blue film thi..hum dono bed pr aa gaye.. ek dum chipak kr baithe the hum.. blue film mein ek mature lady thi jo ek jawaan ladke ke saat sex kr rahi thi.. aur jor jor se aawaajein nikaal rahi thi..Ye dekh kr hum dono hi garam hone lage..phir usne mujhse kaha ke wait kiska kr rahe ho.. start kro.. maine uska haat pakda aur use apni aur khich liya.. wo bhot tight se. Getting comfortable as I watched for landmarks and street signs was turning out to be impossible.What was in that package? I asked myself.A whip? No. KMart doesn't sell whips. Nor floggers. Nor butt plugs. KMart was a family store so that meant the items were nothing more than every day household items. What could hurt me? What could it be that we hadn't already picked up from the store.Thinking back to that first day at KMart, I wracked my brain to recall each item that either I or my Master.