The strange thing was I could not find her at home…. on Friday late evening. It was really strange.I spent a long while calling some of her friends,...asking if she was there, but it was useless. Nobody knew about her since that morning.I found a kind of business card on the floor, close to the main table at the dining room.I was even stranger, I could not recognize the name of some guy there, but yes I recognized very well the stripper pub address hand written on it.I quickly pulled it out and. He gently secures the woman's legs, presses forward, and slowly begins to eat her pussy. Although the wife continues her attempt to free herself, the man senses her resistance beginning to wane. After a time her breathing gets heavier. Shortly after that, her body heaves and she experiences a tremendous orgasm. To extend the orgasm, he continues to feed upon her. When she begins to relax, he rises from the bed and asks her: "If I remove the ball-gag, will you cry out?"She shakes her head,. What would it be like to touch another woman? Are black guys really better in bed? What about toys? What would it be like to go into an adult theater? It surprised me all the stuff that was seemingly suppressed in my mind for so long. And it made me feel guilty that I wasn't attempting to experience this with my husband.The next day I called into work while my husband was in the shower. We then shared breakfast before he headed to work and he thought I was going to. I needed time to figure out. ”“Ok, if you want to.” Sara responded.“Would you rather meet me?” He asked surprised by her reaction.“No! As a matter of fact, I would rather not walk that path alone.”“Really, why?”“Well I wasn’t going to mention it but last night I heard something in the bushes.”“What, like a squirrel?”“Well at first I thought it might be but...”“But what?”She could tell he was concerned, and she swore she wouldn’t mention it to him but maybe he needed to know.“Well ok, but I want you to know that I can take.