” I grunt around the dildo. She doesn’t get to speak to me. She does, however, get to slap me around the face. Hard. I groan, but I can’t even p...ll away from the blow. And then there’s a matching slap on my ass. I want to be able to move. I want to wriggle and touch - myself or you, I’m not fussed - and I really want to press myself onto your hard cock. “You did this to yourself, remember,” you say. “You let yourself become my dirty little fucktoy. My girlfriend found out. What did you think. He went back on Thursday morning, and again, no Gina. He went to the library on Friday morning and spotted her. She was actually working the desk! He pulled a book off a shelf and strode to the desk.She gave him the coquettish smile he had enjoyed before.“Hi, Jake, nice to see you again!” Gina said. She looked at the book. “Oh, so you are into renaissance paintings!”“No, I just pulled it off the shelf so I could talk to you!”“Okay, talk to me.”“Not here, this isn’t right…”“Okay, I’ll take a. Adam played superbly, he put the songs in my key, which he figured out just straight away and he played to suit my voice with little trills and sparkles in his accompaniment to enhance my vocals. He was a keeper as far as I was concerned and I moved over to him and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Well that was it for the evening, it was getting on and we agreed we’d do the contest on the Saturday. We walked them out to the car with Adam carrying his keyboard in its case.At the car Dad. Wow. What a delightful surprise. It’s not even my birthday!”I returned to work. Hoping someday we could do it again. Yesterday, I got a big shock.I was at the rehab center visiting my wife. She forgot her cell phone and asked me to go home to get it. For no particular reason, I drove by Baxter’s on the way. I was surprised to see that Sandra’s car was there and so was Baxter’s. Hmmmmm, I thought. I wonder if something is going on.I quietly opened the unlocked back door and went inside. I heard.