I was to go to Home Depot and buy the rope he would use to bind me. While there, he wanted me to put in my anal plug and cum in the store, in front of...all the clerks and tough construction guys. He wanted me to feel how much he owned me, even when we werent together. It was still raining and windy when I left my house at about 4:30, and it was just getting dark. I was wearing jeans, no panties, a v-neck sweater and bra. I had the anal plug wrapped in a cloth in my purse. Despite the weather the. ”Sam initially raised an eyebrow at Jennifer’s admission but then smiled back at her and said, “I was that close to letting you do just that. Right now, I’m kinda relieved it didn’t happen... BUT!“ she blurted out forcefully before softly adding, “I’m not opposed to something like that happening down the road.”Jennifer let out a huge sigh of relief as she listened to Sam’s response to her earlier Sapphic desires. “Yeah, down the road, that might be nice,” she finally offered back to Samantha. “Oh yeah. Fuck my ass and treat me like a slut!” I begged. “Take this cock you filthy slut!” he snarled. Every thrust and every insult where like little erotic electric shocks, sending me into sexual overdrive. The speed at which my fingernail was gently scratching my exposed clitoris, send my orgasm wild. My thrusts were uncontrollable as he continued his onslaught of my, feverishly calling me cock hungry slut. As my orgasm surged through me I felt the first burst of female ejaculation as my. He seemed to listen to Mark. The only problem is he kept calling Mark 'Dad'. He would hear Maria say it so he just repeated it."Ray, I'm not your Dad, you call me Mark, ok?" Mark must have repeated that sentence five times while we were in the restaurant.Life went on but in the back of my mind I had always wished Sarah wouldn't have gotten off so easy for what she did to my Son. We told Mark that we didn't think her new marriage would last if she thought they were soul mates and he was nine.