. . . now.? They carried on walking out the doors, their grip on my arms quite firm. Shit again! ?Ok okay! You don’t need to push me!?Between them, ...they walked me to a huge black car, opened the door and almost shoved me inside. One of them got in beside me, looking forwards and not saying a word. His huge bulk was intimidating and I tried not to be scared. I could feel the cold leather on the back of my thighs and bottom as I attempted to adjust my short skirt. I tried to remain calm and. That was at least part of the truth.A couple of weeks later the subject hadn’t been mentioned and her sex life had slipped back to its previous level, both in and outside her marriage. “Has he forgotten about our talk?” she wondered. As they undressed for bed that night, her husband asked, “How popular has my Penny’s pussy been lately?”She turned to face him and grinned, “As popular as ever except here.”He retorted, “And just how popular elsewhere?”“Why don’t you see if you can tell, dear. Some shyer men realize the connection and work a single finger ever so slowly, like testing the water with their big toe, and even after pressing harder against his protuberance, they still insist on this tippy-toe approach, whereas, at the other end of the scale, their fingers are happy to trace the outline of my by now quivering buttocks, and even rub my bum hole, while I stand quietly, shielding him in his pursuit of sexual exploration, albeit, fingering a mans wife's anal cavity.Of course. "I can see your boner through your pants. I know that you want to jerk, just do it. Do it if you want to go on that date with Victoria. I'm going to count to 10. When I get to 10 I'm either going to see you with your dick in your hand, or I'm calling Victoria and telling her the date is off. 1...2...3...4..."And in that moment, I made a decision that changed things forever for me. I quickly undid my pants, pulled them down and slid my hand into my boxer-shorts. I grabbed my cock and started.