Frank wanted to make a move, but was too socially awkward and enjoyed their weekly chats too much to do anything that might upset that. Plus, he thoug...t she was out of his league. Talking about fuck films and actual fucking were two different things, he rationalized. He masturbated like crazy thinking about her just about every night, though.In talking with him, Celeste learned that Frank counts inventory every Sunday night, just after they close at midnight. The last Sunday of the summer. Thing that made me feel bad for her. Things that made me want to make her feel like a woman. To make a long story short..... she thought he might be gay because of a drunken night she walked in on. This made me want to fuck her like the tequila nights of our early sexcapades. So the night moves on and another one of her alcoholic girlfriends (lets call her drunky) comes over and starts to shotgun beers with her and her husband. I just pound a few beers as the hours wear on cuz in my mind Im. He admitted Keri had hurt him badly and the worst part was that, to David it seemed, Keri had failed to grasp the enormity of her betrayal and hurt she had caused him. She had tried to shrug off the affair with John Wiley as if it mattered little to her. Fitz knew from his conversations with Keri that was not the case. Keri accepted the blame but Fitz also felt she was the victim of an expert manipulator and seducer but he kept his opinion to himself - at least to David. Of course David knew. I had to get rid of that cock ring soon! The night was slowly starting outside as the rain continued to pour with quite a lot of lightning and thunders. It was also pretty cold so I couldn't wait any longer.I slowly crawled forward and bumped the door with my head. I slowly opened it and saw the yard was a sea of mud and pools. I didn't had much choice so I continued my crawl to the spot where I buried my handcuff keys. The process was slow and when I finally reached the spot my face and tits.