Marion was writhing on the bed. She was trembling; it had been so long since their last coupling. While in that state, the tip of Gary’s tongue touc...ed her labia lips, and found it way into her velvet sheath. He wriggled his tongue around for a few moments, and then pushed his index finger into that glory hole. He worked his finger in and out of that hot, wet pussy. He then inserted a second and a third finger into her, making her breathing shorten until she was flowing over his hand. He. He indicated that he was married, so he didn’t want to go any further, no matter how much I wanted to. Curiously, he admitted to being a bottom and as I reached for his ass, there was no resistance. When I found a seriously prepped and lubed ass, I pushed my middle finger in as far as it would go. He shivered, but still denied me a taste of his cock. I’m sure I could have brought him off quickly between a blow-job and a prostate rub. That seems to work all the time. But, alas, it was not to. In the years since her divorce, Sheila had considered herself too goodfor the many men who had lusted after her, had considered herself apartfrom them. All men were bastards, and she had had no intention ofsubmitting herself to their desires.Little had she suspected that even she could succumb to the powerfulurges of her long-denied desires. She had of course been forced tosubmit to the desires of the brutal men in the theater, but she hadentered the place of her own free will and she had to. He walked on and I followed. He walked us right into a lingerie store. This would be one place the store assistants would not be shy and would probably guess my secret immediately. I cringed. He browsed through the racks, picking up random sexy items and asked a young sales girl where the change rooms were. She led us there reminding us that I would need to keep on my underwear and try the new underwear over it. She was headed away and I was breathing a sigh of relief when Sir said, “Excuse.