He caught hold of my wrist again, gripping it hard and I thought, now this will bruise."You won't come back.." Yes I will!" "Promise me."He demanded, ...Promise me you'll come back."I looked into his eyes and I felt an ache inside as I suddenly realised just how much I wanted him."I promise." I told him, "I'll leave first, then you come out and wait at the bar. I won't be long. Just wait for me." I'll never forgive you if you don't come back." He told me."I will come back." I said, and then I was. That would come later. I wanted to prolong the strange, agonizing 'pleasure' of such moments. Doing so was my way of demonstrating the sincerity of my cuckold status to Megan; and though she could not witness it, nevertheless, for me, it was important; it was my reaffirmation of my pledge of total devotion to her. Each time I didn't come (though I wanted to), it was submitting my own personal pleasure in service to hers!As I stroked my cock, teasing it, denying myself one orgasm after another,. You know, hard, flesh colored plastic with a rounded tip and noisy little motors. I bought her a water-proof one for the shower. Her favorite, of course, was 'the beaver.' I paid a lot of money for a remote control vibrator. That was fun. And there were a couple of others that, well, I don't want to embarrass you... "And, you have nothing to be jealous about. She has moved on to better things." Oh my God! Remote control? Tell me about that. And what the dickens is 'the beaver'? You make me sad.. They still, even with THIS crowd, had room for more. Their table was long enough to seat 30 people. They only used it for occasions such a this. The kitchen table would accommodate 26 people. It had often, when the k**s were in High School, been filled from the Football Team, the Basketball Team, or Cheerleaders. Sometimes 2 groups at the same time. Once BOTH tables had been filled. The whole FFA had been here THAT night. The FFA Teacher had won a prestigious award, and students and teachers.