As is common in small towns you get to know everyone, if not by name at least by sight and you find yourself saying hello and good morning to people y...u have never met, but see all the time.One morning, about eight years after starting our breakfast routine, we were sitting in the restaurant when a man and woman we had never seen before came in and took the table opposite us. The man was nice looking, but nothing exceptional; the woman on the other hand was something else. A five foot one inch. She giggled. “Does that feel good?”I sighed. “Oh yeah. But, why are you doing that?”Sara cocked her head. “You don’t like it?””No, I love it.””Then just let it happen.”Those were the best words I’d ever heard in my life. For the next few minutes, I had my first handjob. Sara was an expert in the manipulation of male genitals. She fondled and rubbed and caressed, I thought I would cum immediately. She lovingly jacked me off, while I relaxed on the bed. Finally, I came in her hands, and it was. Tony introduced her to my husband and me as the slut. She kissed and hugged my husband and then turned to me. "Take that bodysuit off." I looked at her in disbelief. Then she slapped me across the face. "Your a slut and you'll be treated like a slut in this house. Now get stripped or we'll tie you to a tree, whip you and leave you there for the night." Then she slapped me across the face again.I looked at my husband. He was smiling. I slowly started to take off the bodysuit. She put a collar on. Anyhow he looked hale and happy. They were headed for the candy store, Bouic's." Total's right," Caroline said, giving her husband a pleased smile. "Maybe we ought to stock some penny candy, licorice, horehound." You know what it says on our sign? Farm Supply, woman, that's what it says." He made a false grimace at her, showing his teeth."And how about some ice cream in the summer. I'll bet that would bring them in," Caroline said, grinning at her gaunt husband's mock exasperation."What've you.