"Sure honey, not a problem" replying with a little chuckle and a cheeky smile. I think that is when she noticed the bulge in my pants begin to grow. I... was the first time in public that I had ever gotten hard in public and I began to blush a little bit. I insisted I would only be a maximum of five minutes. I raced up three flights of stairs to my room, dumped my bags on the ground. Put on a little deodorant and went back down the stairs to the lobby. I returned and as I expected she was still. We were making plans on dinner and other things before we got into the domination of myself. Our plan was to go buy food and make it in my apartment, then get into our fetish. I had requested that before we leave that she put on the new strapon and let me suck it for a little bit before we left.As soon as she got there we ripped open the bag of "goodies" so I can see all these new purchases. She was holding the new strapon in her hand, smacking it off of her other hand all proud of it as. Sometimes cursing as I wondered why my husband could not get an erection and satisfy my needs, was I that ugly? I could not divorce him as the shame and stigma would have been too much for both myself and my family and taking a lover was fraught with the dangers of discovery, I was well and truly trapped. At my pleading my husband, against his better judgement, had bought me a scooter which allowed me to nip through the crowded streets of Mumbai, often with reckless abandonment to at least. As part of the deal was I was to give her a nice massage..So I show up at my Moms with folding massage table and I asked where she wanted me to set up.. She asked if I could do it in the living room so I could watch the game at the same time.. I said sure and figured I pretty much be done before the game even began. That's what I get for thinking.. she was puttering around putting together snacks, drinks as the pregame show was on. The table was set up and I ran an extension cord so I had power.