We would discuss this some moretomorrow. Cute indeed! Sunday morning was pleasant, we had a nice breakfast and read the paper.Pat went to work on her...sewing project and I went to my computer. On a whim,I went back to the chat room where I had first contacted Chuck. As soon asI logged in, I got a Private message from Chuck. He said, " Hello sweetie,how's my slave today?" I Typed back," I'm not your slave sir and don't wantto be." He typed, " Lol, You will be soon enough. I know Pat loved being. "Neither," I replied. "You are to wear this stuff under your clothes." Her eyes widened in shock. I waved the contract at her. "Don't worry," I continued in a reassuring, friendly tone of voice, "I've chosen clothes which won't show. Only you and I will know what's underneath." I was shading the truth here a bit; when dressed some aspects of her outfit would be apparent, but who looks that closely? She sighed, and, stripping her pyjamas off, started to comply. I lubed the butt-plug and handed. I did not want to take a peak on the rear mirror, but soon I started again to hear Anita’s soft moans.They kept fucking in the back seat during at least an entire hour.Anita finally stopped moaning and crying. I looked in the mirror, to see Aaron passed out after his splendid sexual performance…My wife put again her dress on and she came to the passenger seat. She took my right hand off from the wheel and she made me feel her pussy lips. Ana did a little squat as I touched her clit. I was able. This festival had no name at that time.In those days the athletes performed naked and to prevent unwanted arousal while competing, the men imbibed freely on a drink containing saltpeter.At the opening ceremonial parade of this first great event, Gedophamee observed the first wave of naked athletic males marching toward her and she exclaimed:“Oh! Limp pricks!”Over the next two and a half millennium that expression morphed into the word “Olympics.”So Now you know...Don’t bother to thank me ... I.