Even polite, idle chit-chat was excruciating. There was only so many times we could comment on the fried mozzarella appetizers, the medium-well steak...that was supposed to be medium-rare, or the French Vanilla ice cream, served in a frozen chocolate cup. Even the waiter avoided our table whenever he could.It was the end of the evening. April had graciously gotten the bill, and we were still sitting at the table, taking the occasional bite of the slowly melting ice cream. “I meant what I. Ken sensed some movement to his left as the old man who had been sitting at theend of the row, now took a seat next to him."Man that one nigger sure had a big cock on him, didn't he?"Ken nodded his head, not knowing how to respond to him, but he noticed that theold man had his cock back out and was stroking what appeared to be 6 inches ofsemi hard cock."You bring that bitch here?"Ken started to talk and then mumbled something before saying "She was my.... Imean she is my wife." Man, I bet they. She wanted to pick up a ball gag and a collar that she had in mind for Ms. Valentine – for whatever reason, she felt very confident that the English teacher would come around.When Kat walked into the sex shop the same cashier was behind the counter as the last time, the sexy goth girl with crimson-red hair. Kat hadn’t forgotten that this girl had written her a note and gifted her with a pair of nipple clamps, and that too had been in the back of her mind when deciding to make this trip.Kat. And I didn't even Organise an outfit or heels to attend in style..So naturally one can understand my frustration,when the secure carpark's front gate took longer than usual to allow me to leave,the traffic also slow, and I was in huge rush to make it to the Fashion district of town to do my last minute Retail therapy..(oh goodness i deserved it after that crazy week).Thankfully I managed to make it just in the nik of time to my fave store, and the clerk was happy to accomodate me allowing me.