Relieved, I touched up my face and returned to my escorts. Let’s see, the dancer is Paul and I forgot the others names. Oh, well.Finally, it was ove... and I felt I could leave with a clear conscience. I had participated. Paul followed me out to my car and hugged me as I opened the door. “I’d really like to see you again, Janet. Dancing or hiking, or whatever. Tomorrow?”“I would really like to see you, but I have a full day. I have to do laundry and get some things done for work.. The puff of air moved three prints sideways and I urged them back into place with a fingernail."Nah," I said quietly. "You got yourself," I told her. I glanced up to see her still glaring at me. She opened her mouth to say something I figured would be spiteful. I beat her to the punch."And no... I am definitely not proud of having caught a slut whore fucking around on me. I thought the woman I was married to would never, ever screw some strange man. Exactly why would you think I'd be proud to. She was a fascinating lady, though I was aware that I was mostly talking about myself and how uninteresting I found my job and conferences in particular. Erica was quite evasive about herself, so I decided a direct question might get her to open up a bit."So what's in the bag?" The oddly shaped bag was propped up against the bar."Work tools." Work tools?"She took a lingering sip of her fourth whisky for the evening. I do love a woman who loves whisky."Do you really want to know?" Sure." Canes,". He moaned as her fingers touched his organ lightly. She reached over to her desk and fit a small circular object around his cock, just under the mushroom head. It was a metal pipe clamp with small thumb screw which she proceeded to tighten until his cock flesh was sharply compressed. He felt a sense of discomfort rather than immediate pain from the cock ring as it dug into his flesh. "That should keep you from having an accident. And to make sure you don't interfere with that, I want you to.