Now...I watch them from a far, I stalk my prey like I did in the days of old, moving unseen among the crowd, they split up, this is fine, I can find t...em again. I follow the one that heads to a bar, I sit several seats down from him, he never notices me, I turn down several offers from less sober ladies, after a few hours I watch him stumble out of the bar, I wait several moments before following, he is easy preyI pick up the trail of the second one, he went home to sleep after a brief stay in. I told her I know the feeling my wife had turned into a nun. She said we could help each other as she reached out and grabbed my cock she turned & kissed me with a passion. Before I knew it she had my cock out of my basketball shorts. She broke the kiss and had my cock in her mouth in no time. So I'm trying to get my hands up her shirt so I can rub her beautiful tits . She lets up long enough to unbutton her blouse and unclaspher bra . She was the 1st girl I had that could deep throat my dick .. " Are you trying to blame me for your condition," she said while interupting him!?! "Oh no," he quickly replied, "it's nothing like that, I just meant that you're so pretty and all, and well, I guess I just can't help myself!!!" With the look on her face softening appreciably, she whispered huskily, "You really think that I'm pretty!?!" Oh yes," he gushed, "you'e just about the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and I really mean it!!!" You're the first man that's said that to me since Frank. I could tell that it was seriously tight. I walked over to her, and without her being aware, I affixed the small lock to the small hasp on the girdle’s zipper. She was stuck in her underwear, but she just didn’t know it yet. She put on her conservative professional dress, and classic 4" heels. Out the door she went. About 10:30 that morning, my office phone rang. “What did you do to my girdle?” she yelled, “there’s a lock on the zipper, and I can’t get it off. I have to pee.” “Really,”.