*"Steve, how did she do? Did she get the pictures?" She sure did. Karen, the results were more than we expected."Steve put the pictures on the table, ...and I looked at my husband kissing a young woman. The best picture of all was the young woman with his cock in her mouth. His face in agony from pleasure."The stupid bastard fell for it. I thought he was more street smart than that. What you don't know after fifteen years of marriage. Did she fuck him?" No, but I think we can get that picture if. . ?" I couldn't ask you. You'd done so much already." Oh, come on. I would have been glad to help out financially. Still am." No, but thanks. Chris' education is taken care of and he and Angie have a little nest egg to get started on. And I'm fine." Lonely?" I ... well I would be lying if I said I wasn't, but -- who knows?"There was a sudden intensity and sincerity to Dan's voice."Marsha, I know you've always thought of me as a father figure..." Well, you did father our son," she said. He held out his hand introducing himself Alphonius most people just call me Alf. Alf apologized for getting coal dust all over my hand and I said not a problem & we headed to the washrooms connected to the station & washed up all the time talking. Alf said he felt like we knew each other because I waved & greeted him when ever he was driving the train I was on. After washing our hands we both needed to have a pee so we walked over to the long trough urinal I released my cock from the confines. He staggered forward in a state of exhaustion, he had lost all command of sensibility and was drawn toward the vision before him; he tripped and the last thing he remembered was the sight of the pool of water rushing toward him as he fell headlong toward it.He awoke to find himself suspended and trussed beneath a pole, carried by four of the females he had witnessed in what he had believed to have been a dream brought on by exhaustion. The bindings were real enough; he could not move, though.