We met in the bus; of course we were trying our best to not let anybody in the bus know that we are now close, as it may harm our reputation. For that...reason, we had decided to reach to the same garden individually and meet there. We met there and moved to the same portion of the garden. This time we got even more secluded space to seat. It was very cold whether that day, so that portion was almost empty, very few couples were seen around, those too were at distance from us. We set on a bench,. We met the next day for an encore. This time I brought an old pillow for him to kneel on. Kenny enjoyed cock sucking and I didn't want his kneeling on the cement floor to take away from his pleasure or mine. During first few weeks we would meet in the basement for sex, sometimes twice a day. Outside our basement rendezvous we pretended not to know each other. There was no reciprocation on my part in the beginning. Kenny didn't seem to mind. Kenny understood what it took to give another. Yes, it was a little surreal, but that was okay with me. Our whole lifestyle had taken a turn for the seriously unorthodox ... but then I wasn't a big fan of normalcy."Look, love, it's pretty bloody basic, okay? You agree to kiss my bum, literally and figuratively, to do my bidding in this relationship, and you can be my future husband. If you refuse, I shall find a different slave hubby to wed, but I believe that we both want it to be you. Don't even try to tell me that you're not submissive. Would she?"Sue, wake up and smell the coffee, she's trying to break us up!"Sue knitted her brow and said, "The mere idea that Candy would try andsabotage our relationship is cockamamie." She had already discarded thethought that Candy might be intentionally hurting Bob."Relationship, my ass!" said Bob, "She's trying to destroy ourmarriage." Bobby, keep your musings to yourself. Who my friends are is none ofyour business. When I want your opinion on my relationships, I'll askfor it or...!" Or.