"OK, I've heard your explanation. Now I have one of my own to make." He held his wife's hand as he talked. She started to jerk hers away once, but for...ed herself to stop, and then, later, didn't want to any more. She was a little thunderstruck that BOTH of them had given in to temptation, when neither thought the other would. It was almost ... poetic justice.As they arrived at the parking area of the Hilton, Phil said, "Aren't we a pair, Val?" He got out and found himself facing his son. It was. Just what a young twenty something wants to see an older man doing.A shifting of her feet, a cute wiggle of that tight butt, she took a slow backswing. Firm breasts—nipples partially erect in the cool morning air—she twisted her torso and then followed through. PING! She made precise contact with the ball, straight and true, arcing high… just like my cock was doing at the moment. She turned to me. “So, what do you think? Anything I can improve.”My brain was racing again. Improve? Fuck, nothing. He was straight forward, never played games. When he gave a command, there was no doubt, it was to be obeyed. The penalty for disobedience was far too great. That was a lesson quickly learned. It only had to be taught once. He could use any type of apparatus required for discipline and it seemed only right that he should since many of the items he used were of his own design. He tied knots more skillfully, wrapped chains tighter, cuffed wrists or ankles faster and more efficiently than anyone.. What's there not to like?We get a room together. Yeah, it's cheaper, and it has two beds. It ain't exactly like we're strangers, or lovers for that matter.We're partners.Besides, one of us gets lucky, maybe the other one does too.At least, that's my take on it.We eat dinner in the buffet. Holy shit! We're not talking a salad bar and a few entrees here.We're talking a hundred and fifty feet of food, plus the huge salad area, dessert buffet, seafood, steak, Mexican, Italian, fucking.