Clearly it was the case with him. ‘As soon as I get home I’m going to rip his fucking balls –‘ ‘We took care of it,’ I interrupted firmly... I went on to describe the encounter in detail, and in minutes the rage was replaced with delighted laughter. ‘You are wicked, my dear wife, and I love it!’ he said, clapping his hands. ‘I know you do. I wish I could be wicked in other ways, but it’ll have to wait.’ ‘I know.’ ‘Is there anything you need that I can send you?’ ‘Maybe some little things,’ he. His hands tighten on my head and he suddenly unloads a huge dollop of hot cum! Like a common whore I swallow him, tasting the salty goo erupting from his cock. The man behind me slaps my ass as his friend debases me with his working-class cock and cum! “Take it, ya bitch, take all that cum!” he shouts as he pounds my pussy with his thick, hard pole. I swallow like a common slut, reveling in my degradation at the hands of these low class workers! He pulls out of my mouth and splatters my face. The expression on his face was that of a c***d at Christmas wonder and excitement playing across his face. Letting them settle down Kelly wandered out on to the stage listening to the beat of the music. Her long legs went on forever in her black heels and she strutted over to the pole. With practiced grace she gripped it and swung herself around. As the lights glared she began to dance capturing the attention of the men in front. Limbs flowing she turned and swayed making love to the pole in. I was even given tips on how to act like thehorny slapper that Mr Matthews had created, with Kathy playing him (noteasy when she lacked certain bits). We still hadn't worked out how toget him back - though we did suggest giving him a taste of his ownmedicine by slipping him some hypno-drug into his drink.The day came for me to head off for work. I dressed as sexy as possiblefor formal wear and headed off, with a small jar of coffee, sugar andwhitener in my handbag. As was the norm (I had been.