With that little bit of excitement out of the way, Tim went back to work.Several hours later, the day was drawing to a close, and the gym was empty. ...im did his rounds and found no one there, locked up, and headed for his car. The parking lot was unusually dim this evening. Apparently the neighborhood kids had taken to their old tricks of target practice with their BB guns on the light posts.He was about to get into his car when he felt a dull thump on the back of his head. The already dim. "Do I have to go?" I smiled, probably with an eager expression. "Nah, babe, you're my last of the day." She strutted over to me, letting the black gauze swirl, showing off. "You are a bastard, Bill. You know I'm turned on, don't you? Is your cock as big as his? Who gives a shit. Got a drink?" Her face was fresh, the makeup gone, a little redness from the lipstick still there. She tousled her hair as she sat down and took the glass of whiskey I offered her. I raised my glass in a toast. "I think. We shuffled over to her living room couch with my cock still in her mouth and I started playing with her nipples. After going all the way down my shaft again and giving my balls a nice lick, she arched up and whispered, "My pussy is for my husband, but my ass is for you." I wasn't wasting any time either. I grabbed her by the waist and threw her onto the couch, face first, and then buried my face in her ass. Her asshole tasted like fucking candy and I ate it until it was as wet as my cock. It. She walked a little bit and stopped. Then walked some more. I could tell she was feeling the unique sensation of walking in public wearing a clit clip.“Pretend you are reading messages on your phone,” I WhatsApp-ed her. “Otherwise people will wonder why you are walking funny.”“This is amazing,” she returned. “I could just cum in public from this.”I didn’t reply. I didn’t want to interfere with what she was feeling.I went back inside, leaving her to experiment with her clit clip. Apparently, it.