He rarely would engage in any type of foreplay, ten years of marriage had changed his disposition. She knew what she needed, and she knew what he ne...ded and she had never strayed from that before. Things were different now.She could feel him quiver a bit with each hard thrust. Almost like a steady beat he pressed himself to her. She looked quickly at him but his eyes where closed. She wondered if he was thinking of someone else while he pressed on with this sex act. It could not be. He too had worked making farm equipment but had a stint working for an aircraft maker. Under some questioning he admitted to working a great deal outside his profession. He claimed, "I have to eat and feed my family. When things get bad we all do what we must."Dale Pouchette was the electrical engineer. I soon found he spoke little of his ancestors tongue. He was the shortest man here but he was very strong. I did most of his questioning, as I knew much more about electricity than John. Dale. I imagined us together with my eyes closed, picturing him smiling and saying sweet nothings in my ear as he rubbed me all over my desirable body.While I thought this at dinner I started getting horny again. I wanted Chad more then ever and knew the restaurant was the wrong place, but I felt a great need and did something I probably shouldn’t have done.I lifted up my leg underneath the table. I thought I was doing it inconspicuously. His head popped up when he felt the tip of my shoe running. He grabbed my ass and squeezed a little, I have one surprise for you he said.He motioned for me to get a box off the desk and to bring it over to him. I brought it over to him and held it out in my hands while he opened it. It was a modestly sized butt plug with a smooth flared base, he sat on the bed and motioned for me to lay over his lap. I laid on his lap and he slowly pulled down my thong and massaged some lube into my boi pussy. He then slowly started to slid the plug in/out, almost.