She really could take a very hard caning, and this would always be followed by some wet sticky love-making. The event that sticks out in my memory for...sheer naughtiness happened in about 1998 or 1999. Jenny and I arranged to go to the annual Erotica exhibition in London. She travelled by train, and I drove up parking my car in a quiet road in the City. We met and went by tube to the exhibition. In those days Erotica was held over two floors in Earls Court, with the more vanilla stalls on the. He let me fondle his cock right there. So, I tried to undue his zipper, couldn't get it undone so he helped, this was good. It wasn't long I had his cock in my hand and was stroking him as he watched the dancers. I looked at his buddy who saw what I was doing, he mouthed the words, "me next" and smiled at me.Before he got too far along, I told him to let me know when he was really close, I wanted it in my mouth. That seemed to make him very close, he said he was. I bent down and took his. How could she possible see anything in him now?He was trying to think of a response when the calendar program on hiscomputer beeped at him. It was the ten minute warning for his meetingwith Mr. Bigelow! Where had the time gone? When he got up from hischair, he realized that three cups of coffee had been a big mistake. Hehad to go to the bathroom. Bad."Gail, I need to ask you one more favor." Anything." I have to go to the ladies room. Can you check and make sure the coastis clear?" Sure, but I. We've been together for almost a year. Maybe we should move in together, even if we don't get married at first. We'd have so much more quality time; he wouldn't always be in such a hurry, always so over worked. We have so much going for us. I could make him a home and be there for him. I knew I could. Our life, our home, our love together would be so beautiful. I could taste it! I wanted our life together, more than anything I've ever wanted in my life.Sipping my coffee, I chuckled in thought,.