" Right? And why isn't that normal?" How long have you got?" Damn — you need to talk to Marcus about this, you really do. I don't know how he does i... — let's face it, he's a long, long way from what most people would consider normal — but he manages to make the differences seem irrelevant." Oh, hell..." What?" Marcus... he said he'd help me tomorrow, with some physiotherapy." So?" So! I need to shave my legs. Can you help me, I need to get to the bathroom." You're going to shave?" Hell yeah.... "Sara, this may be our chance to get out of this business. Why don't you humor him and see how this plays out?" Joe asked. Sara was shocked her husband had not backed her up. She was alone.Dejected, Sara went to open the box. The box had some long grey silk stockings that went up to just below her crotch. The dress buttoned down the front. The hem did not reach her thumbs when her arms were down. The top had been outrageously designed. The top had been designed to work as a bra, but the front. "Annette beamed, took his hand and jigged up and down like the fifteen year old he had first met. "You bet. Work up a thirst." She giggled. "Dutch courage." I hope you don't need that." I don't, darling. I really, really don't. Come on. If we don't go now I may leap on you." Come on then, my little wanton."They found the pub without problem and immediately liked it. It was warm and welcoming and had none of the trippery trash beloved of seaside towns. It had probably been a fishermen's pub. ......” she whispered, breathing deeply. “Wow.......”“Was that what you expected baby...?” I asked, gingerly.“Everything......and a whole lot more..... I’ve never had anal like that, Rog. How the fuck did you learn to do that?”I thought that was a bit too much to say it was all my work, as she’d been the one gyrating on my cock, but I told her the story all about Nikki the porn star I’d gone out with when I was her age (you can read about that in my stories too) and told her how often I’d.