When I feel large hands grab me around my waist to pull me away, I don’t fight them. I see blood gushing from her lip and notice I’d probably kill...this bitch right now if someone doesn’t stop me. No one hits me in the face. When I’m planted on my feet, I’m suddenly able to hear again it seems. I look to Ethan’s face, now between Nicole and I, and he’s shouting. “What the hell?!” he yells at us as Nicole coughs on the ground. Air is escaping and entering my lungs quickly in time with my pulse. In the endthough, it was well worth the wait.I had been here for almost a year as I cruised justabout everywhere a hot cock looking for a blowjob wouldhang waiting for a cocksucker. Then my journey came toan end at a park I never found before.I pulled into an open field where there were clustersof picnic tables scattered around the area far from theglow of the town’s main drag. At one group of tableswere a few guys sitting and talking as I pulled aroundtheir way. As I passed their table. "Yes," her husband replied."Hmmm," Cynthia said, putting her magazine down on the coffee table in front of her. "Well then," she smiled, "I guess it's time I saw to that." Oh yes," Roger replied, feeling his pulse rising, "thank you. Thank you very much!"Roger was wearing a CB6000 chastity cage. A year ago, Cynthia had begun seeing a much younger black man by the name of Tyrone, and by 'seeing', of course, that meant they were fucking. Roger knew this of course. But not long after Cynthia had. Remember we love you."Jasmine did the same on the other side, but she just said, "I love you."Then I left with my wife ... for our talk.The tea-rooms were busy and noisy. We had smoked salmon with salad and coffee. We didn't talk much, though I did tell Susan about the Panther, and how Anna would be getting her Deux Chevaux in a week or so ... painted like a ladybird; which got a smile."Trust you to find something like that," she commented."Don't blame me," I protested, "it was a pure accident..