She couldn't help me up by herself and fortunately a gentleman came over and assisted us both.It took a bit to get me on my feet and I was still deali...g with some pain and my wife was still very concerned. My crutch was completely shattered in half and unusable. The man helped me get seated and get my bearings straight. I introduced myself and my wife and thanked him for helping. He said his name was Daryl, which I could see from the name tag he was still wearing from the convention. He looked. ”“What word,” he asked but she knew he was teasing her. It’s all she’d been able to think about for weeks after.“You know, the ‘S’ word you think of when you look at me?”“Oh right, that one,” he looked up, trying to break eye contact with her. When he looked back his smiling face was gone. “Tricia, you know this thing between us, it isn’t going to be anything more than...”“Oh? There’s a thing? I was just asking a question,” she smiled innocently.He looked at her even more serious, “You know. Tony retrieved the riding crop that I was certain Sabrina provided me. With his magnificent prick standing at attention I told him to tell me if the strokes were too soft or too hard. I pulled my arm back and let fly the first crack on his lovely ass.As expected it was too soft. The second proved to be too hard. By the forth stroke my own personal Goldie Locks told me I had it just right. I gave him nine more of the "just right" strokes and felt a power go through me. Not so much at his. She was moaning now. No screaming. Poor sissy faggot - he had never had that from her. Sissy watched as his woman was taken from him. Watched as she became lost in desire. Watched as the Bull slammed into her. Watched as she slammed back into the Bull. 'Oh god,' She moaned again, 'I'm going to cum,' The Bull smiled, grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back, 'That's it baby, take that cock. You my slut?' 'Yes!' She managed, as her sweaty body started shaking uncontrollably,.