I opened the Elmer's glue and used it to cover my fingertips so as notto leave any fingerprints. Took a deep breath and walked to the bar.Fortunately ...here was an empty seat right next to him. My ass was justabout hit the leather when he started hitting on me. I allowed him tobuy me a drink and asked if there was someplace we could go where thereweren't so many people. I mentioned that there was a Motel just acrossthe street. He jumped at the chance and in just about five minutes wewere in the. What could I say - fuck it - we’d come this far, Hillary might as well know all our secrets; so I offered the slightest of nods, confirming my assent. A smile briefly touched the corners of my wife’s lips, as her voice raised again, slipping flawlessly back into character, “Bad boy.”I didn’t expect what came next, as Becky slapped hard across the tip of my penis, causing me to yelp out in pain; even as her hand sent pre-cum flying across the room.If I’d been shocked, Hillary was flabbergasted. . And risked permanent injury with a pair of Dunlop sandshoes instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors that cost as much as a small car. I can't recall any injuries but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now.We got the cane for doing something wrong at school, they used to call it discipline yet we all grew up to accept the rules and to honour & respect those older than us.We had 50 kids in our class and. With Ann, red wine is the ultimate aphrodisiac; like she really needs one.Soon Marty was monopolizing Ann, dancing each dance with her, whether fast or slow. Marty, I have to say, is a pretty disreputable character. Very wiry build, 40 or so, married with several kids, he likes his beer and ladies. I spent most of my time dancing with Kay or Angie, the later knew nothing of our little sex fest with Kay. I noticed that Marty was holding Ann quite close and his hands were sliding lower on her.