The drive is longer with Rachel not here, but I am still thinking about what I should do with Mark on our first night alone. When I get there, he is k...eeling at the door, like a happy little puppy. That thought sparks an idea. I grab his leash and take him for a walk in the backyard. I call it a backyard, its more like 15 acres. He’s wearing his normal Friday gear, mitts, cock cage, collar, and gag. He follows me, as I lead him around the grounds. When we come to a bench near the gardens, I. "Phil said nothing, just listened."He introduced himself as Riley, as in the Life of Riley. Right away he began berating me, pulling off my blouse and skirt. 'Okay whore,' he said. 'It whore time, cunt'."He pushed me down and pulled out his cock. 'When I cum, slut,' he said, 'open your fucking mouth and show me what's there before you swallow, and I mean all of it.' He rammed is cock down my throat, and he kept pushing my head hard into him making sure he was all the way down. Luckily, he. The bay, in the distance. Not far distance. She had to look down on it. They might have been fifteen blocks from the water. On the other side of the bay from the major shipping port. That might have been the yacht club directly in front of them. No, she couldn’t see the casino, or the clock on the tower. She remembered his apartment. All black leather couches. Then his bedroom. She remembered his hands, undressing her. Her feet were already naked. She had left her shoes at the door. His hands,. As the walk began to come to an ending and really wanting to see her again we agreed to meet-up in two days time in a café we both knew. A quick peck on the cheek and she was gone.Two days later, having met and chatted we strolled around the area and began to swap life stories. I told her of my wife who is in a care home with early onset dementia and she told me of her life with Bill who, being 15 years her senior, had swept her off her feet, made her his bride and raised a family in their.