"I'll try just once more. I'll be alright, Dear." You said that last year, and then I woke up to find you outside half-covered in your snow on Yule da...."Nicholas winced, "I'm sorry about that. I should have told you I was going to try."Marta kissed him on top of the head and said, "Just you remember that, and don't you leave me, Nicholas. Now, come to bed."Rising on shaking knees, Nicholas nodded and picked up his cane, following his wife to bed.The sun was shining bright as Nicholas walked. " the bar tender suggested. The bar tender, whose name was Pete, led the way. My husband pushed me towards the office. Once inside Pete undone his trousers dropped them to the floor followed by his underwear. He stroked his cock until it was fully erect. "OK" said my husband "Get down on your knees and suck his cock." No way. That's not going to happen. I'm not sucking him." I yelled. "Get your belt" my husband said to Pete as he removed his own belt from his trousers. I tried to get to the. He was about six two, well built (but not some Hollywood hunk), dark brown hair and deep brown eyes that had a naughty twinkle in them. He obviously worked outside a lot, as he was well tanned and it was a long term tan, not like the one Tony and I were hoping to take home from Fiji. I had blushed as he caught me looking at the trail of hair that went from his navel down into his board shorts, where I could see that he was sporting an impressive bulge. The other two, Keven and Tim were not too. " I saw him pick up the jar and pour about 3 quarters of it onto my head and face, he quickly grabbed what he called “my hood” and pulled it over my head, zipping it tight. the eye and mouth holes zipped shut. My senses were assaulted by the foul fluid covering my face, dripping down from my hair, pressed close by the hood. I was unclipped, and dragged, then lifted in his powerful arms and placed on my back, on a padded surface, feeling my legs being hoisted high, ankles clipped in place, then.