Half turning towards him she asked, “Have you ever had sex?”He was startled by the question but his answer was so quick it had to be honest, “I�...�ve done it a couple times with two different girls.”She reached for his hand and said, “Would you like to see what it’s like with a real woman?”“But you’re married!”She squeezed his hand and explained how her husband wasn’t capable of pleasuring her any more but she liked him and he would be helping her if they had sex. His mind chewed on that a little. No, it was much better for her to fight back the tears and keep quiet. Alas, I have to confess that I lost control of myself. There was the tiniest speck of blood, where the cord had cut into one of her vaginal lips. The sight of this made me spontaneously ejaculate in my pants. I hate this, as I like to conserve my semen for at least one of my slave’s holes. But, that is what happened. Like most men, after I came I was bored with my slave and anything sexual. I actually went to the house. She is a lawyer now for a big firm in the area and work just happened to reintroduce us. Megan looked beautiful when I walked into her office. Wearing a dark blue pinstripe suit skirt, her legs looked great, her eyes lit up the room and once I got a good look, her ass gave me an instant hard on. After our meeting we made small talk and agreed to meet for a drink later in the day so we could catch up. We met at a bar about two blocks from my condo around 5 PM and immediately hit things off as if. I step outside onto the balcony in my bathrobe. The temperature is just right, not too cool, but warm without a cloud in the sky.I put on a lavender tank top, jean shorts, and flip flops.I grab my purse, and meet everyone downstairs.We all get into the car, and head to that diner that Dad was talking about.It turns out to be this really cute old fashion pancake house. They have really good food.When we get back home, and for the next couple of days, it is unpacking central for the entire time..