“ Hi Mister Turner” . I froze as the seated person mentioned my name. How could that be…I never told Mistress Melanie my name during our previou... phone conversation when I booked today, in fact I used a alias for secrecy.Mistress Melanie supplied the answer immediately. “Oh this is a friend of mine, she was helping me get ready for our appointment together, and was just going to leave before you arrived. But when we saw you coming down the street she recognised you, and seeing as your request. Not knowing what her assailant looked like, or where she was or what he was preparing all made her more frightened because her imagination added to her woes. But now, seeing the mad faces of her abductors, seeing as well as smelling the cock thrust at her mouth, seeing down her own body's nakedness were all things she would be glad to be protected from. She could barely bring herself to look at their faces; she wished she had the blindfold to hide behind."Do it!" he commanded. Jill didn't move.. .I just watched. It was easy really. She had cheated on her last partner with me, so I just retraced my steps and 'voila'. There she was lying over the pool table getting done doggy style. Pity really, coz I really liked Teddy the guy who was slamming his cock into my wife's cunt. By the time she was home I had 3 bin liners filled with her clothes. She never contested the divorce and I cleaned her out in the financial agreement. I never let onto anybody how gutted I was. Being made a cuckold. Sweet, dill, big, small, I have a passion for pickles. Therefore I was overjoyed when I met the pickle lady. I chanced upon a farmer’s market one Saturday morning in a new part of town. At least it was new to me. There was the obligatory table displaying jars of pickles in various shapes, sizes and flavors. There was a small hand-made sign saying The Pickle Lady and, behind the table the pickle lady herself. She appeared to be on the far side of 50, like me. She had blonde hair, a buxom figure,.