After the last visit from Jon, where nothing went according to plan yet all went just fine, I knew I had to go to the next step. I waited two days for... his call, and just as I was thinking it never would, it did. We talked for several hours, if that seems possible. Jon hopped a flight to Portland, just to meet me, share a meal, and hop a flight back. He held me at the airport, not wanting to go, me not wanting him to go. Then he was gone. I went back to my home, quiet and peaceful. My phone rang. “Ya—for sure”I jump up and walk over to the sinks, and splash some water on my face. It was pretty hot inside the rest room, and I just noticed the sweat pouring from my pits, which were stinkin now even worse than this morning. I raised my left arm up to take a deep whiff--”DAMM” was all I could say. I noticed a couple of other drivers, flanking me at the sinks letting out a grin, and one offered “yep—it happens—all to easy”. I gave him a grin back, but then noticed something in the mirror I. But not quite hear her say, "I told you so."I knew she wouldn't. She wouldn't actually do that, say that ... but she along with my sister had both tried very hard to get me to rethink my marrying Christy in the first place. I wish to hell I had listened to them.And I hated dumping all this on mom anyway. She'd more or less been through it herself, the day my old man had walked out on her years ago, dumping mom for a woman half my dad's age. Mom had gotten her "Told you so," on him a year later. “Have you gotten used to the new butt plug?” “Yes Mistress.” Lorraine pulled a bag from her desk drawer and handed it to Angela. Inside was an even larger plug, this one made of metal, and the harness with the dildo. ”Remove the plug you have in now, and replace it with this new one. I will help you get it in just this once. After this, you will need to do it yourself. You may want to practice some, as you may not always have a toilet seat handy to sit down on to help you get it in. You will.