Now come on, let's finish tidying you up and go andhave that meal.'In a few minutes, you would not have known that I had a near deathexperience with a...pickle. Sheila had gone off with the coat and thencame back with it looking a bit damp, but without any sign of pink. Myhair was neat and tidy and my makeup had been redone to Sheila'ssatisfaction. It was with a lot of trepidation that I left the toiletand walked the three miles to the table in the corner. I looked aroundto see if anyone was. "Sure bro, what's on the menu? Anything good?" "Let's see," he says as he sits up and sits next to me at the edge of the bed. He grabs the t.v. remote and starts switching through the porn channels, and stops at one where this beautiful brunette is giving head to a well endowed guy. We're watching for a few minutes and I look out of the corner of my eye and the bulge in his shorts in getting bigger. He reaches down to adjust himself and his leg brushes against mine. My towel is starting to tent. Her ass was tight. She was incoherent. I pushed hard. In it went. I pumped a few times. I pulled out and applied more suntan lotion. I jabbed my cock back in her ass. Fuck it was tight. She did ask at some point, slurring her words "What the fuck are you doing?" I said "Exactly that." I pumped slow at first, slowly picking up the pace. I pumped and pumped. I was banging her ass hard and fast. I grabbed her hips so I could push harder. Her body was getting banged around. I could hold back no. It was the right time for Frank to return, he always returned the same time, traffic pending, every fourth Sunday. Stacey lazily reached over to her nightstand, opened the drawer and gently placed the slave collar inside. She never took her eyes off of it the whole time she put it away, even as she closed the drawer. Frank entered the bedroom just as Stacey’s hand dropped away from the nightstand. ‘You, okay, babe?’ Frank said with concern in his voice as he entered the bedroom to see his wife.