She fumbled with my zipper as we bumped up onto the park sidewalk, driving toward the bridge over the creek. She apparently didn’t believe me when I...��d told her she wasn’t going to be able to maneuver the big guy out with only the zipper down while I was seated. It was a little more complicated than that. I stopped along the bike/jogging path, under the lights, because no one was around. I unhooked my utility belt and allowed her to unbuckle my pants belt. She opened my belts up, my gun dropping. The 10 minutes seemed to drag on. With each orgasm, my body came closer to shutting down. I didn’t know how long I would be able to stay conscious. I think the captor somehow knew that I wouldn’t be able to last any longer than 10 minutes. That’s why I had to last just before then. He knew where my breaking point was. Somehow he knew.Finally, after countless orgasms, the robotic arms came back to remove my torture devices. They replaced the big vibrators with the smaller ones, which didn’t seem. “I don’t know if we have time for anything this morning. Unless...”She trailed off, her brow furrowing in thought.“What?”“I think you might deserve a treat after taking care of me so well last night.” She said, a devilish grin spreading across her face.At that, she slid under the sheet that was covering us, and shimmied her way down my body. I watched her silhouette under the sheets making it’s way to my crotch with a feeling of immense satisfaction. I had given her the idea, and she decided. I looked over at my husband expecting a reaction and got pissed to see that he was engaged in a conversation with two girls on the other side of him. The combination of the alcohol and my arousal had me throwing all caution to the wind so I grabbed my partner's hand out of my shirt and led him back to the dance floor, not bothering to return my shirt to a more modest alignment.We bumped and ground our way through a couple of songs. Our hands were all over each other. I stroked his sizable.