Who were you a slave to, yourself or Papi? You realized it was your burning desires that would push you into the obscene act that you were painfully e...joying so much. You couldn't reason with it, you couldn't let yourself stop it, the only thing you could do was let yourself go ... surrender mindlessly to your inner needs. You have never felt as aroused as you are feeling now, your body was hot, like had the flu ... you didn't have the flu ... your face felt flush and your womanhood oozed like. Once washed I took half of the lube and placed two fingers deep in my rear with the full intention that I was going to get well used today. On drying off I bumped into a guy in his 60s who has had me before and tends to seek me out, I exchanged pleasantries and he went to shower but I knew then that today he was just what I wanted. I hurried off to the dark steam room for a little play until he was ready. The steam room is dark about 10ft by 6ft and its difficult to make faces out in the steam. Stacie was determined to take me shopping. She'd made up her mind that I needed a new blue suit. So, she'd made an appointment with my tailor, Fernando Rego. I wasn't looking forward to the trip. Fernando was a nice guy. But I knew that he'd put me through the drill of choosing fabrics, design -- even buttons, for God's sake. To me, buttons are buttons. The silver lining in the cloud would be spending the day with my lovely wife. And I'd made a lunch reservation at Tasting Rooms, Stacie's. Or one of those tribal symbols. Kerrie fought the urge to look around the room, to see if anyone was watching, to see if any of the women were staring, channeling their disapproval. Instead, she focused on the touch of Marks finger and let herself melt into her arousal. Well, well. What have we here? Kerrie didnt look up, just stared at the black boots and leather pants of the man standing beside Mark. She saw the wide leather belt with the big silver Harley buckle and the heavy chain that hung.