All without asking for or expecting anything in return except her thoughts and observations.Why?Then, when confronted by the possibility of discovery ...y a flying demon, rather than hide as any reasonable human soul would, he had declared his intention to fight back, to hunt the hunter. It was insanity!How did he not understand? This was Hell. Resistance was unthinkable. Rebellion was unimaginable.And yet… here they were. Standing over a defeated and captured demon. Just one of many who had. I watched as Emma, my wife of eight years, entered the bar and settled herself on a stool at the bar. Then before the barmen even had time to ask Emma what she wanted to drink, I saw that he had detached himself from his little group of friends. He sauntered over and settled himself on the stool next to Emma.It would have been nice to hear what they were saying, but I was far too far away. I assume that he offered to buy Emma a drink and presumably she accepted the offer. She was smiling at him. Hidden in your vast skin is a butt plug that you have worn on the ride down. You look over your shoulder at me and say “That will stay there until you replace it”. Dinner is both a pleasure and torture. We eat at a local bistro and enjoy steak and shrimp for me and lobster tails for you. All the while we are playing with each other under the table. You squeeze the hardness of my dick as I tweak a nipple. We are in a corner booth with high walls so no one can see us. Taking. Oh yes baby! Faster…Mmmmm!’ I moaned and ranted, slapping her full ass hard….. ‘Oh yeah Don Sir, slap my sweet as…..and fucked me faster’ she moaned ‘Mmmmhhhhhh, tell me what Don Sir…don’t hold back now….’ ‘Oh shit baby, I’ve been meaning to tell you since that I’d love to fuck you …. And love you… and kiss you and hold you and oh…..’ ‘Oh yes…..baby, rock that waist……’ I grasps for coherence, as I slap her now sore ass…. *slap! slap!! slap!!!* Reaching forward and grasping her tit, I squeezed.