Jack wanted to swing by after dinner to take a look.The rest of the dinner went well, that was till Lindsey opened my gift. All it was was a violin ke...y chain. I thought it was something that was totally innocent and meaningless, but Lindsey teared up. Lindsey's mother got a suspicious look. But just looked over at me and smiled.Jack insisted on paying for my dinner. I argued but it was no use. Out in the parking lot I showed him the Chevelle. They followed me home. I led Jack out the shop, we. " As expected, we enter into his post-orgasmic lull. He is too sated to think about torturing me with desire. I have maybe a one hour reprieve while he rides the high I have provided. "Would you like a cognac, Sir?" "Yes, that's an excellent idea." "May I join you in drinking?" "Yes, of course." "May I pee first." "What would you do if I said no?" "Pee anyway. Probably on your side of the bed. I'm not into urination denial." "Funny. Of course you can pee. When ya gotta go, ya gotta go." I take. ’ ‘Well, I think you’re beautiful, too.’ She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around me. She tasted good and she smelled good, like fresh linen. I touched her face, ran my fingers along her baby-soft skin and through her silky hair, while absorbing the softness of her lips and her sweet, gentle kisses. My solar plexus tingled—I really liked this girl. We smoothed for a good five minutes before she said, ‘I like you, Barry. But if we’re to continue to see each other, you can’t ever feel. As I fucked Dee her moans were getting louder and louder. “you bastard Mike, you fucking bastard, fucking me, r****g me, making me do these nasty thing, I’m a married lady and you are forcing me to be a fucking cheap whore. I hope you rot in hell for taking me like this”I opened Dee’s phone and dialled her youngest son’s number, passing it to Dee, she panicked looking at the phone ringing her son, “ask to speak to Dave when your son answers” was my only command.Looking through the window I saw.