As soon as my cock made contact with her asshole, her right hand went to my hip, cautioning me.I let her keep it there for now and slowly began pressi...g inside. Soon her sphincter gave way and the head of my cock made it inside. She immediately began pushing me back with her right hand. I took her hand and removed it, bending it up to the small of her back and once again began applying pressure.That just resulted in her left hand coming up and beginning to push me back out. I grabbed her left. You know what kind of relationship we had. You know the rules.’ ‘Well you’re gong to tell the cops. They don’t care about your rules, so you’d might as well tell me.’ She looked at me and started to cry, her shoulders falling as if the weight were just too much. ‘You’ve got to help me, Russell. You’ve got to help me! Please!’ She was wearing a thick, soft, coffee-colored sweater that made her look even paler than she was, so big she looked lost in it, and I couldn’t help what I felt. I could. It was painful to put in place, but it would be worth it later on.Next came a pair of black, spandex thong underwear. They were male, from Frederick's, but close enough. As I slide them on, and forced my throbbing cock in place, I started to tremble in anticipation. I grabbed a pair of Brenda's body shaping pantyhose. Very heavy, severe control top. And a sling panel in the back to give my but some shape. My cock throbbed even more at the tight feeling. Now I was shaking even more with. “What are you doing?” she demanded, instinctively crossing her legs.“What? Can’t a man sit next to the woman he loves?”“Get back over there!” Her tone was strangled.She was still positioned with her back to the wall, but now I was no longer shielding her from view. There was also no tablecloth to provide any cover, so Amanda was on full display to everyone in the restaurant.If anyone happened to notice her obscenely short skirt and sexy legs, they’d most likely catch a glimpse of something.