“We looked at that,” Dad said, “my Insurance doesn’t cover cancer, and well, frankly it’s more than we can afford.”“How much?” I asked...“The full treatment would come to about eighty thousand pounds,” he replied, “assuming there were no complications.”“And my corporate bank balance is what?” I asked.“Just under four million,” he replied.“Then what’s the problem?” I asked, “pay for it.”“David,” Mum protested, “we can’t ask you to do that, that’s your money, for your future.”“Mum, first off you’re. But no, he'd told her to stay put, implying that they had unfinished business. Well, she wasn't going to stay here, cowering in this dark aisle, for one second longer. She was taking control of this situation right now. Squaring her shoulders, she took three determined steps out into the store—and was promptly caught by the arm.Jesus, how did he just come out of nowhere like that? Marie thought wildly as the store owner, who now seemed bigger and even more enigmatic in the dim light, hustled. We parted ways, and I'll admit it, I felt pretty good. The day had been a success, she'd cum quite like a whore and I suspected that later I'd get a text begging for permission to masturbate. However, that wasn't a text message I was destined to get.------------------------------------------------------------------------------UNEXPECTED PLEASURE------------------------------------------------------------------------------ After Michelle left the park, her "real" life responsibilities took. What else would I put in my pussy that’s not his cock? I came to the conclusion that we’ve all done the dildo…and some of us have even opted for the vegetables. I have even winced as I watched a woman squeeze an orange from her chuff, granted it was a Satsuma but still…it looked like she was straining a bit! (And truth be told she was a bit old and if she had squeezed anymore her fanny might have fallen out!) The beer bottle has also cropped up in conversation so has a hairbrush handle (wink.