I had just taken a bareback load up my ass from a man I had never seen before and would probably never see again. He didn't think I was even worthy of...a single word of gratitude for being his sex slave. A warm glow filled me, a glow of joy and satisfaction. I sat in the stall for a while to feel the lovely dripping of his cum out of my asshole and glory in the emotional wholeness I felt at that moment.I want to make one thing totally plain about this experience. I was not being "bi" or "gay" or. I struggled on for a few minutes but the griping pains just got worse. I could hear my stomach grumbling and I badly wanted to pass wind hoping that would help ease the situation. But I knew without a doubt that if I did I would probably embarrass myself.I toughed it out until the film started. I leaned over to my wife, "Cheryl, I'm sorry but I'm going to have to go the the toilet," I whispered.She tore her eyes away from the cinema screen for a second and shot me a withering look."Seriously;. I am sure it was against all the rules, but the young lad who sold it to me was delighted to spend half an hour crawling all over a brand new XK, whilst he checked that the cycle rack could be easily mounted and dismounted on the tailgate.Even with doing all of that, my mind was still running over Friday afternoon and I was still curious as to the truth of Peter and Molly and Friday. Eventually it got the better of me, and I phoned Susan and Ralph's and asked if I could have the boys and I'd. My knees instantly buckled and I felt dizzy and weak. My skin tingling like a bolt of lighting had just hit me. A spark of energy flowing through my skin. The hair on the back of my neck raised.I giggled like a school girl as I made my way through the room to his couch. he politely asked me to be patient as he had just got out of the shower and needed to finish up.I waited impatiently as I scoped the room, looking at his big posters of African a****ls. His furnishings were modern and quite.