But that will all change once I go to closing on the house next month.So I guess I’ll be sending a “belated” Christmas gift now that I know that... you can receive it safely. I’ll let you know when it’s coming so you can be on the look out for it.Although technically, I suppose Christmas is over since it’s past mid-night, consider this a post Christmas pick-me-up.This is actually the second part of the “Night at the Club” story I sent you earlier. It starts where that story left off with the cab. " Replied my Mom sheepishly."Come on Ann, this is me you are talking to. You know you can tell me every thing." She said demanding. "I know, he must be married, that's why you don't want to say."My mother shook her head no."Is it another woman then?" Aunt Kay asked?Again My Mother shook her head no."Then if it isn't a married man or another woman, then what is there to be so secretive about?" questioned my Aunt."I don't know how to tell you this Kay. But yes, I am fucking some one, and that. "Thank you" She sighed as she breathed out, panting. "Baby, ..."Her voice trailed off as at that moment Sandra, in ecstasy and still not in control of herself, began to urinate inside of her. Their hands were still joined in a light tender embrace and the defiled masculine figure of Jeanette began to sob with the pain. Sandra realised that in her excitement that day, she had not in fact peed all morning.For a whole silent two minutes in the murky steam there was nothing but the sound of long. As quicklyas it had appeared the doorway disappeared leaving him trapped inside.Before he could even think of crying for help the opening appeared oncemore. Not sure what had just happened he quickly stepped out of thebooth and instantly knew something profound had just happened to him.The first sensation was feeling that he was swathed in some sort ofgarment that had to cover him from head to toe. It almost felt like hewas naked, and it even appeared to cover his face and eyes. But he.