After a few minutes of polite discussion, courtesy and decorum oblige, with a mischievous smile, our complicity having already been established by our...numerous communications over the last 8 months, she tells me to undress.I take off my shorts and shirt, revealing my caged sex, whose glans are pressed against the small shiny bars of my juice; I must say that I almost didn't get out of the trip and wet almost permanently, so excited am I after these nearly 3 weeks of chastity.My balls hang. I turn back to the waiter and order another bottle of wine as I plunge my finger deep into your pussy. You grab my cock as you bite back a moan. I slowly withdraw my finger, brushing against your clit, and reach for the bread the waiter just placed on the table. I breathe in your scent as a take a bite of the bread.You slowly return to earth as I continue the conversation as though nothing happened. We laugh through dinner. We both want to leave, but we don’t want to break the spell. We order a. Broke your promise..."The minutes ticked by as they sobbed together, clinging to each other tightly for mutual support for perhaps the first time in several months. But they were in it together. Together they would find a way through this and come out on the other side. They continued to rock and cling and sob for seeming hours, with the occasional jab to the ribs and chest from small, angry fists.The road to THEM would prove to be long and rocky. Outbursts of rage, accusations and name calling. ” Something that I actually helped do, he could not help but remember.“Well, it’s worth a try anyway,” Sparky said. “You can count me in. I’m going to take a nice high def shot of my next slag and send it to a few select ultra-whites I know.”“Along with a complete report on the procedure,” Gath said with a smile.“A report composed holographically,” Sparky agreed.The briefing began ten minutes after the clinic closed for the day. Present were Bong, Zen, Sax, Gath, and Weasel. It was full of.