We say goodbye and walk out of the bar. The lights of the city hide the stars. We stroll down the city streets until we hit the stairway of the ...anal. I grab your hand and say, “come on”. Walking by the canal, you notice the lights shining against the water. You lean in and wrap your arm against mine. Walking together, arm and arm, places a small smile on your face. “What’s that for” I asked. “Oh, no reason” you answer. Before long we end up at a large. "Jen, I feel the same way. I know I shouldn't be sleeping with a married woman — indeed, I've never done this before. But I also know that you and I have something special here. Married or not, my cousin or not, I want to be with you, in each and every way possible."I didn't mention to Jen my suspicions that I was falling in love with her. That was certainly the last thing she needed to hear.We talked a bit more about the situation, not reaching any conclusions or solutions, before nestling. She hoped that he’d use her today. No man had used her holes in over a month and she was so horny. In fact, the last time a man had used her holes was when a guest had taken her for a run in the woods. He hadn’t even unhooked her from the sulky. Just pulled the butt plug out and rammed his cock in. He came within minutes and then just shoved the plug back in before getting back into the sulky. He hadn’t even given her permission to cum.Speaking to her handler, Oak said ?Get her prepared. His abortive attempt at making love to Susan the night before had not only left him frustrated, but it had stripped the veneer of his pride right to the quick, and he would've been happier had the Sayers waited another day or two before moving in.As it was, he'd been drinking since morning, and it was now moving toward late afternoon; the fact that he wasn't stoned out of his mind surprised him; he'd consumed damned near a fifth of vodka, besides getting little sleep the night before after the.