The thrill of another man holding my wifes ankle suddenly sent a shiver and pump down my rectum. I put my hand around her wrist. The game was beginnin.... She in turn help me with her other arm and hand. Tell me what hes doing to you, my love. I whispered in her ear. Hes not doing anything, yet. Hes just holding my legs and rubbing the sides of my ankles. I feel him putting his fingers all around them. He has a strong grip, John. But hes gentle. Hes teasing me by twirling his hand on the skin of. All Sandy could think about was the Ferry trip home. Peter had called and left messages for her on her voice mail but she was in no rush to return his calls. Let him wait a while and see how he likes it. Finally as eleven-thirty struck, Sandy did something she had never done before - she left work early. She just couldn't take the chance she would miss the twelve thirty Ferry. It had been a slow night and after making sure that everything that had to be done was done, she left the office in the. I kept thrusting, each time holding myself deep inside her, pinning her to the bed for a moment and feeling her struggle against the daemons that were having their way with her.When the full force of her orgasm hit, I held myself inside her as she writhed and squirmed with delight. It was amazing to watch her so completely abandon herself. I was happy. I had finally been able to give her what she wanted so much.In time, her climax was passing and I had completely forgotten myself – but then I. “What is his name?”“Jordan.”“Hi, Jordan! How are you,” cooed the clearly effeminate man.“He’s good,” Ken stated. “I like music. I’m learning the guitar. I find that church musicians can usually help me get better at what I do. They tend to like working me a lot,” he intimated.“Is that so? Mister???”“Ken. Ken Donaldson.”“Well, I’m Mars Burch. Take my number.”“I don’t have a pen.”“Well, I happen to have a card,” the slightly older performance artist declared.Mars slid it seductively into Ken’s.