Mercifully, it was almost devoid ofcustomers, rather like the streets of the village itself. As well as theyoung barmaid, there were only three men in...the bar. One was a man in hissixties, nursing a pint of beer and reading a copy of Titbits magazine.Near him was a man of about forty, alternating between texting on hismobile and eyeing up the barmaid. Last was the bow-tie wearing man whohad spoken to us earlier. And as luck would have it, he spotted us comingin."Hello, ladies!" he said.. .. We continue up and find that the woman in the boots isn’t wearing panties – but a leather harness that’s holding a 12-inch magnum black dildo ... Up further to see a tight leather corset that holds her waist in ridiculously tight, and pushes her boobs right up (her pierced nipples visible over the front of the leather bodice). Her head is down so we can’t see her face, but we do see the Nazi officer’s cap ontop of her slicked down and tied back dark hair.She looks up and viewer’s suspicions. But one thing he loved and talked about all the time was basketball. Dan liked to hang out at my house on weekends when he could we would just chill and kick back and talk about almost anything. This time he was talking about how much his girl was driving him crazy and how leaving for the service soon was not helping the situation. He committed to the service prior to meeting her and she was hell bent on trying to get him to change his mind. But the papers were signed and there was nothing that. ”You are a good cocksucker and a great cuckold, and an even better husband.” For the next hour we explored each other’s bodies as we had never done before in our many years of marriage. We undressed, showered and fell into bed. We talked for a while before sleep overtook us, and she told me that she was leaving next Friday for the weekend. “Paul has something very special in store for me,” she said with emotion. “I am not sure what, but I sense that it is a very involved and special treat.”.