He bent down and selected a flat, leather strap. I felt a shudder run through my body.“I suppose, you stupid cunt,” (I flinched at his use of that...crude word, ) “that you promised your husband that you’d be true and faithful to him,” he said with a look of amusement on his face. I saw his mocking humour, and a smile came to my face. “Yes,” I answered with a smirk. His face broke out into an open laugh seeing that I shared the deprecation of my marriage vows. “Well I’d best not mark you too. "Like the power steering is cutting out when I turn hard. It makes a grinding noise when you get all the way over and the wheel vibrates. It never did that before." Let me take a look," Jason said as Bill opened the door to let him into the driver's seat. Jason sat and spun the wheel both directions to its limits. I bet it's the ball-nut assembly, he thought with a frown. Most big vehicles had a servo controlled steering system because the vehicle was too heavy for the kind of manual assisted. "Good. I practice a lot." I'm a musician," I said. "I play guitar." I mimed a guitar then felt silly for doing so.Her big brown eyes widened and she smiled. "I like music. I am student. I work here at weekends only. You like?"I wondered what she was asking that I liked. Her? The café?"Daisuki," I said.She gave an excited couple of claps. "You speak Japanese! I like it too!" Her voice was high, soft, sweet."Would you like a drink too?" she asked."Kohi," I said.She wrote it down. "Would you like. I shook, shoulders slamming against the tree, roughly rising up, guided by the rough, slippery appendages. The swirling cords whirled around my arms and legs, spreading me into an x-shape, pinning me against the tree as it ravaged my supple body. It pushed in and out, violent and forceful, its cock too deep, too wide, too fast and too hard, and yet not enough. Its pulsing balls moved around each other inside of me, turning each nerve into spasming pinpricks of ecstasy. The insidious things.