Marlene looked at him for a second but didn’t reply. Deliberately wetting her lips with her tongue she eased the head of Stu’s prick between them,...moving her head back and forth slowly. Stu groaned. “God, I want to fuck you”. She carried on for a moment then stopped. “Not had it up a woman for a while then, sailor boy?” Stu didn’t respond, his eyes closed. She looked at his face, then down at his prick. “ Well let’s just get a condom on”, she continued, “I know what filthy bastards you sailors. She had no glass slipper at the ball, and she had not taken any food or drink into her red painted lips for fear of the lurking danger of poison.The excitement of the dancing and the close sweating bodies of the male attendees had pushed her into premature stages of complete abandon, and she made no objection when the rude military man pushed up her gown in the back and secured a beachhead in her sensitive flanks. His hardness felt so good to her in her lonely world that she pushed back with. “Where do we go from here?” she asked, quietly. “I… I’m not sure,” was his shaky reply. She linked her arm through his again, and pulled him along the sidewalk. As they walked on, they talked more. Dan found himself telling her about his past. About the crash that had left him paralyzed, and about the agonizing struggle to rehabilitate himself. About his career, and lifestyle. About the ex-wife. Talking about the ex made Dan very uncomfortable, but Margot had a way about her that made talking. Hetook a deep breath and headed off as fast as he could, the butt plug acontinual pressured reminder, making him wiggle as he walked and givinghim an odd mixture of feelings as he tottered along.He got to the garden gate quicker than he expected and going through itin mounting nervousness, he quickly slipped into the garden shed.Dumping the picnic blanket under the bench he searched around forsomething, anything to wear instead of the skirt, but there was nothing.He knew that there wouldn't be.