“Fine then, lay on the grass”, he ordered. She did, lying flat on her back with her knees bent and her legs spread. “Play with yourself” he co...manded, as he started stroking his own shaft. She obliged and continued as before with one hand on her breast and one working her pussy. I was still in complete disbelief as to what I was seeing. We’d discussed fantasies but to see her already acting on one had me stunned. I was in a real dilemma. Watching my wife cheating on me with a neighbour less. I just didn't understand why he wanted to play the Compton nigger all the time. Why he wanted to be a pimp was easy to figure out though. I'd made him two grand in one night, after he'd given me my cut which had been over a thousand dollars with the tips I'd gotten. Tips added up to more than my fees sometimes and I'd started to worry about the money I was making. I had over twelve thousand dollars hidden in my big stuffed teddy bear, a white one almost as big as I was, and he was getting. Did you not hear anything I just said.” “Loud and clear. But I also know what I saw last night. It was a woman realizing what she really wanted. Tell me the wasn’t the best sex of your life.” “I, uh,” I stammered. “That’s what I thought. Go tell Eric you want to go for a walk and meet me outside three blocks down in fifteen minutes. Unless you want me to tell him?” I hated myself for it but I was getting wet as he spoke. “Alright fine. Let’s just get this over with.” ~ ~ ~ I did as I was told. I put it on in the hotel, did a work meeting and then set off on my 4+ hour journey, sending the pictures to prove I was wearing it, as instructed. All was normal (?) until I had an "encounter" on the underground, as usual it was packed, warm and horrible (I wouldn't want to commute on there in the summer every day!) An older guy quickly moves next to me, at a station stop (Bank) facing me, a little too close if you know what I mean, I had one arm up holding a bar to stop me falling over etc.