The next morning I had breakfast at IHOP and set out again.I drove to Roseville and stopped for lunch at a Burger King. It was very busy so I sat at t...e counter. A big guy was sitting next to me finishing his coffee. We struck up a conversation. He was about forty years old. His name was Earl. He was a friendly good looking guy, easy to talk to. I told him about needing a place to stay and a job close to Sacramento. He empathized about my wife’s condition. He told me he owned the lumber yard. He used it to get groceries, plus his morning papers. Itwas open till late too, so there was no worry in finding it closed.Not wishing to leave Emily alone, he put her back in her carry cot (shewas still crying loudly) and took her to his car. Though the shop was ashort walk away, he needed extra speed.He arrived at the store, parked the car, and entered, with Emily and hercot in hand."Nappies, where do they keep them?" he muttered to himself as he perusedthe aisles.He soon found them and. My two assistants immediately pulled the fuck machine back and turned off the electricity to my nipples and clit. I lay there for a few seconds, pussy and tits pulsating and twitching as my orgasm slowly subsided. As I lay there, hubby said something to my two "assistants" and they came over to me and gave me something to drink. Then on his word, they handed out small bottles to the line of people waiting on my right. He motioned to them and they came forward and surrounded me, looking down on. " Man - she is really getting into this," I thought to myself. "Well,that's okay. Just get into the role-playing, I told myself. Enjoy themoment." Oh! You do?" sounding sweet now. "You want to help me? Do you hearthat? She wants to help me with these gooey panties." Turning back tome, she said, "and exactly how do you want to help me clean up theseslimy, nasty panties?" I...I want to help clean them by sucking the cum out of them." Really?!? Why you little slut!" Faking surprise, she chuckled.