He is kind of a bulky built guy with long sandy brown hair and blue eyes. The thing that really stood out about him was his arms. He had huge upper ...rms not like the kind that are just bulging with muscle, but very firm and somewhat muscular. I always had an infatuation with power and to me that was exactly what his huge arms represented.Dave was always so quiet it was anyone's guess what went on in that head of his. I had no way of knowing how obsessed he was with me. He tried to flirt. After all ready cumming more times in a single evening than I had most weeks for years, I was getting hard all over again! Watching this dark haired pixie in thigh high shiny black vinyl boots and a sexy corset drilling my wife like there was oil to be found had me getting hard all over again. What was worse was there was almost nothing I could do with it, having my thighs strapped tightly down to the table and my hands cuffed up near my head!About that time my wife came like a fountain. She. We decided to walk up and down the garage area and check out the other teams before heading back to Bill’s garage. We ran into Dave and Julia in David Pearson’s garage. There were quite a few reporters hanging around as this was going to be David Pearson’s last NASCAR race. I’d never managed to meet the ‘Silver Fox’, and given the number of people in his garage, that didn’t seem likely. We hung around for a few minutes, and then headed back to Bill’s garage.“Should we go to our seats or stay in. She smiled and cried at the same time. She wiped away the tears and I started the car and pulled out. In the first mile Marie shifted from sad to angry. She shouted, “Fuck him!” several times and mentioned things that he did that pissed her off. Then she said, “Maybe I should be a slut just to make him jealous.” The fact that she actually is a slut was not a factor in her mind. She was still exchanging messages with him and then she asked me to stop the car. Her tone was polite but serious. She.