We had drunk a few drinks before coming in and were onto our second bottle of wine with the meal, so Debbie was feeling quite relaxed. There was a pa...se in our conversation and I knew from the way she distractedly played with the ice-bucket that something significant was coming. ‘Dave, you know the other night, when we had that argument?’ ‘Look, I’m sorry about that, I was just a bit drunk and..’ ‘Shh. It’s okay. I’ve been thinking about it. I suppose I over-reacted a little. I’m just not used. He moaned with pleasure saying, “Thank you, sir!” That’s what he’s supposed to tell me repeatedly when I fuck him.I grunted, “That’s a good fag. Take this dick.”“Thank you, sir! I love your big Black cock!”“I know you do. Take this nut, boi.”I shot my load deep in his ass and pulled my dick out as I headed to take a shower. I left him there dripping my babies out of his butt hole. I didn’t really care how he felt. I was relieved. After my shower, I dressed and went to the kitchen. The boi. It wasn't long before he spied the stain and laughed. Then he opened the middle drawer of his desk and took out a long black hairy tail that looked suspiciously like a horse's tail. At the end was a contoured black butt plug that he waved under Sylvie's nose."Oh, Brucie, please, no. Just fuck me senseless, okay?" Your ass is wide open, baby. It should go in without any trouble at all." No, please, Bruce!"I glanced at the butt-plug on the bed and the one in his hand and saw immediately that the. ' The street facing the center was a one-way street barely two lanes wide with parking on one side. The street along the side of the building, wider, with two-way traffic and the occasional city bus, marked the edge of the village because on the far side was the parkland belonging to a century-old private golf course. Most of the houses were small single family dwellings but, on the corner across from the day-care, there was a large apartment building of perhaps 150 flats on ten floors. Local.