I often fantasize about the conversation the two of them may have had after I left to relieve myself. It usually results in my jerking off to the imag... of the fitting session ending in a lesbian encounter in the dressing room between my wife and the helpful lingerie saleslady. Another fantasy, for another time. With each clank of the chains against her tits Jens sly grin widened. She could tell it was having the desired effect on me and my cock now throbbed randomly in the open as I stood. But you got all stiff seeing me naked. So Mama's wrong?" Yes, she is, and you were too, if you believed that lie. Sometimes things aren't what they seem. You could have asked me before ratting me out."More hushed conversation, then "What time is your appointment?" Four-thirty. Why?" I asked."Nothing. No reason. So, I'll come over next week, right?" Inga was ending this call."I'm looking forward to it." Bye." More giggles.What were those two scheming?I parked easily behind the long irregularly. About a half an hour later we were ready to head down to the beach for a couple of hours before we went to dinner. For the most part, this felt like a very normal trip; a weekend getaway we would take even if I weren't essentially trying to pimp her out. For those few hours on the beach and at dinner, she was completely relaxed and at ease with me and the situation. I had lulled her into a false sense of security ... and that was necessary. After a nice Italian dinner we retreated back to our. The anger had subsided and I could control my actions. Controlling the beast was a constant struggle, but I tried to keep its desires from overpowering me. I wanted to harness its power, revel in its strength, and meld with the beast. As long as I fed its desires, let the animal nature free, the beast could be controlled.I sniffed the air, looking for the scent of prey, searching. I sensed nothing big around us, just smaller animals, nothing large. The beast was in search of something big.