A hesitation, slowly turning, he once more steps toward the vat. Almost casually slipping the branch into the brine with the other switches, he turns... back, gives her that still silent stare, turns the knob on the door. A slow back and forth nod of his head as his eyes lock with hers, the door opening, he steps out, shuts it behind him. Chapter Two The pounding heartbeats in rapid succession sending throbbing jolts throughout her lashed breasts, her vagina, the burning sensations across. It wasn't until after the sun came up that the players slowly one by one left the coach's apartment and found their way back to their own apartments. By nine it was just Emily, the coach and Brad."So how do you feel, baby?" The coach asked the naked wife that had been fucked non stop for hours.Emily didn't answer for a while then said, "Funny, my husband asked me that before he left for the house and I told him I was okay. I know that in the hours and days to come I have more to think about. There really wasn't any need, I'd had what they call 'a good time' and I'd learned a valuable lesson, no matter how hard won. I rejoined the group and was pleased that the conversation had moved on to less personal topics.At the usual time, the centre closed and the usual group moved on as they usually did to the usual pub. As usual."Hiya! I'm glad that I bumped into you! I lost your number" was the lie that Nick offered. I was doing up my fly, and like most men, I did not take kindly to. I stand up from the bed, ready to exit my room. As I move past the hole in the wall, for some stupid reason, my fingers run over the mirror surface. I try to stop, but my fingers keep going. Heading towards the three inch circle and the black bulge. My fingers arrive. Hesitate. Technically, the bulge is in my space, my room. I can do anything I want to it. Smash it, slice it, or kick it. Ignore it. Instead, I press my fingers against the bulge. A chill thrill runs though me. The material.