"Goodness me" she repeated, moving past Sheila and heading for the exit at a speed which belied her fragile years, one leather gloved hand waving up a...nd down in front of her nose. "Awful, goodness me, awful" she added, and then having reached the exit, she focused her attention on to the Christian Fellowship Meeting she had scheduled for later that afternoon, where she would play her part in helping towards whatever charity they had lined up for the poor and needy this month.As Sheila reached. Do you have any idea how many loads you swallowed last night?"I shook my head no as a waitress brought over a cup of coffee, scrambed eggs topped with cheese and a side of bacon. She, like the rest of the people in the diner, didn't care that I was nude. "Fifty-one, whore. Fifty, mother fucking one! That's better than one cock every fifteen minutes for twelve hours." She began as she slid some paperwork in front of me and handed me a pen. "What's this, Domina?" She smiled. "Usually, I don't. I'd almost given up hope, so far I'd seen 30 women, 5 men, an ogre, hell even a witch, they all left me more than not impressed. The next that strolled through my door caught my attention immediately, red hair, luscious red lips that seemed to beg to be taken, slender legs and waist and a face that could probably put Cleopatra's to shame. Hell, even I had to do a double take, oh yeah I forgot to mention she had a nice tight ass just like I like 'em.Sitting down I began to question her as I had. "Yes," her husband replied."Hmmm," Cynthia said, putting her magazine down on the coffee table in front of her. "Well then," she smiled, "I guess it's time I saw to that." Oh yes," Roger replied, feeling his pulse rising, "thank you. Thank you very much!"Roger was wearing a CB6000 chastity cage. A year ago, Cynthia had begun seeing a much younger black man by the name of Tyrone, and by 'seeing', of course, that meant they were fucking. Roger knew this of course. But not long after Cynthia had.