It was pass-coded, and her husband NEVER was allowed to touch it. Had he managed to get it open, he would be stunned at what she had saved there.And w...en she once again received the invitation to meet, she accepted."Really? No bullshit this time?" No bullshit, Patti answered. A date and time was set up. The truck stop was about thirty miles from where Patti lived, and she doubted anyone would notice her car parked with the hundreds of others there. She had followed the instructions to meet him. Againn she closed her eyes,opened her mouth a little, she felt his cock against her lips, "open some more, ill teach you" she did and he slid in more, now suck as I slide back and forth, he started moving slowly, testing her gag reflex, going deeper, "keep sucking", he was making long strokes now, holding her head, he let go and told her "now move your head back and forth, thats it, faster and deeper, your doing great, Eric couldnt take it any longer,he grabbed her head and started pumping into. In I went ,paddled to the front, I was starting to enjoy this, then agin,this time 2 teen boys grabbed the tube, one across from me and the other behind me with his hands on both sides of me, ok I thought ,me to the rescue, told them it was ok, the boy behind me , with the waves started rubbing himself all over my ass, not sure if it was on purpose or not but i gave him the benefit of the doubt, then he said "thanks for letting us hang on, do you mind if we stay", "no thats fine" i said,Then he. But that's what Simon did. Why did it feel so good? From what dark corner of her imagination had this maddening addiction freed itself? Her husband was just fifty yards away, waiting for her to return to him, knowing that she would give her body to Simon in ways that would forever remain her secret. Was at least a sliver of the excitement from knowing her husband agreed to surrender her, and would likely do so in the future? Was it really his strength, his compromise to keep them together, or.