“Cooking oil might do it,” I told her. “Something, oil, greasy or thick liquid soap,” and she went up the front steps into the house. I waited...The mail delivery guys came by and I just waved at him as if nothing was wrong. Two ladies across the street were talking and they took note. They turned their focus on me and continued to stare. They couldn’t see anything but the top half of me so I continued to rest my hands in the front garden among the flowers.After a bit she was in the house, down. No, the guys were sniffing around her now because she was married and her husband had been gone for three months and could be gone for another six months to a year. The conventional wisdom, at least among the guys, was that as a married woman used to a steady diet of sex and now deprived of it because of a missing husband she would be getting desperate and if the guys played their cards right some one would get lucky.The truth was that she was indeed desperate for sex, but she had promised. We met a smaller bar near his place and we got a drink. We talked for an hour about fantasies, experiences and how we would get the plan in motion. The place started to fill up and he asked if I wanted to head back to his house and work on our planning. I knew what he had in mind, I could read it in his face. I willingly went, I had to see his magnificent cock to make sure it was the right one.He stopped at a liquor store and grabbed a six pack. We arrived at his house and we ended up in the. If I'd found applications like TrueCrypt on his machine then I'd have been more concerned. As it is, I suspect he's just your typical male pervert."Penrose asked to see an example of what he'd found. The forensics technician opened up one of the files and selected a scene from the middle of the video. A naked woman lay bound and gagged on a bed while another woman dressed in a latex bodysuit fucked her with a strap-on dildo."Can I have a copy for the evidence file?" he asked, pulling a memory.