"Mind if I join you?" Please do" I said, getting excited. My mind started to race as he sliped his shorts down, and kicked them off. He had such a per...ect body, and his dick was amazing. Clean shaved, 8" long, and a head to die for. he waded in, and took a position beside me, thrusting his own dick into the mud."You gay, or Bi?" he asked me."Bi." Same. always had fantasy's of meeting someone here" he said, slowly moving his hand towards my ass. "I've always wanted to just fuck someone here in. By George, wouldn't you like to eavesdrop on the agent? Let's use a suitably androgynous name like "Bernie". I'll leave the details of clothing, underwear and padding to your imagination. Since the Fashion Gods have decreed that cigars are no longer smelly, cancer causing, evil and disgusting, we can be politically correct in imagining our agent leaning back in an enormous chair, telephone in one hand and cigar in the other, with a client on the line. It might go something like this:"Good. She's always come across as a much more 'prim and proper' woman. I wonder where she keeps it? After this, I knew I'd have to try and find it. Every now and then I have a rummage in her knicker drawer, just to see if there’s anything new, but I've never found a toy. I'd love to lick and sniff that dildo. That dildo that’s spent so much time deep inside my wife's soft, wet, tight cunt. I wonder how big it is? I've always sensed that she appreciates girth, rather than length... Then I wonder again. My name was Jessica, but I had peoplecall me Jess. It's a solid name. No high-sounding vowels to make me seemweak. But I didn't correct him. I accepted it. And called him 'hun'.On autopilot, I ripped their copy of the order from my pad and left it onthe table. I walked away, unable to believe what was going on. I wasn'tin control of myself. I mean, I was doing these things, but it was likean instinct to do them. Like swatting at a fly or pressing the break in acar.I didn't know how I knew, but.