.i handed her it (laughing)and she said to me are you still clothed,WHY..COS.. so as i started to get my clothes off,Sarah was playing with her tits a...d then she started to rub her fanny through her pants,hurry up Mary i want to get started,,start what??i want you to put it inside me and fuck me with it,,WHAT..come on we do everything else together get that black dildo inside me..OK give me a minute.i went to the toilet and grabbed the baby oil out off my make-up bag,Sarah was now legs wide. "What happened with you last night? Answer me!Where are your clothes? Were you fucking around? Have you turnedpromiscuous? If so that's an insult to our marriage."Having to deal with both Reginald's accusations and the new reality of myhumiliating tattoos was extremely hard to handle. I told him, "Maybe Iwill find out at work today what happened last night, but right now Idon't know."I had to get dressed for work and because I didn't have my black catoutfit I had to wear the pink one I had worn. The Vicar reassured me all would be safe and wanted me to go home give it a lot of thought and if I wanted to continue to come back Saturday at 2:00 P.M. he also instructed me that when I come back to wear a simple summer dress, stockings, suspender belt, no panties or bra. That night my head was spinning with all these lustful thoughts and decided that I would go through with it. The next day as I road my bike to see the vicar I was well aware of the bicycle seat. Looking up he smiled and said, "Oh hi Freckles, I'm Alan", in his West Country accent, "I heard you were coming, what time do you call this?"."But...., I was told...", I stammered."Hey, I'm just winding you up"."Oh..., okay. Everyone calls me Ginge"."I know, but I've got a cousin who's ginger and he's known as Ginge but he hates it. I guess you do too, so I'm gonna call you Freckles"."What if I don't like being called Freckles?".Alan leaned on a barrel and thought for a moment. "In that case, I.