. but mine...”Suzanne saved him from having to say it.“Yeah, I know! Yours are ‘Snug Fit.’ Mr. B. needs ‘Extra Large.’ Sorry, Mr. B.... bu... a rule is a rule. I don’t want to get knocked up.”I heard what she said, but I was way past the point of no return. I wasn’t about to pull out for a stupid little rule like that. Luckily, an alternative was at hand. I had always wanted to try anal, but my late wife would never allow it. Suzanne, on the other hand, reacted happily when I re-aimed and pressed. "You can't go in there!" Let go!" I struggled. "Come on, I really have to go!" Even so, you can't get in there — the door's nailed shut."I looked over my shoulder and saw in horror the boards covering the door and windows.Then it happened. I remember the moment exactly. Caleb was holding my arm still and we were very close, almost touching in fact. I was wearing a knee-length skirt and stockings and a sweater because the day was just a little cool. But the pee that suddenly soaked my panties. He breathed harder by the minute! He gulped down his meal and couldn’t wait to pay the waiter. On my way out I could feel his eyes burning through my tight office suit skirt. His eyes were glued to my butt. In the hotel (Oh, how much I love those Japanese Love Hotels. They are so spacious with a big bath and a big bed. Many mirrors on the walls and even in the ceiling give a view from different angles. Men are so easily aroused by visual cues!) Our ritual in the hotel is the following: I start. There were two chairs one either side at the bottom of the bed we both did as we were told and sat down.My wife came over kissed me on the lips and wispered in my ear “I love you!” Taking a step back she looked at Mike with a smile on her face,”Come here loverboy!” (that was her nickname for him) Mike looked at me, not sure what he should do next, I smiled and just nodded. He was up out of the chair as soon as I had given him the all clear; I sat back in my chair my cock was already feeling.