I don't think I need to say more.”That shocked Angela so she said “You had better meet me in Brown's forest at 4 today. The cottage is unoccupied ...and never locked so we can meet there.” “Ok see you then.”The meeting took place as Angela planned but the information that she wanted to keep quiet surprised Angela. Jimmy the stripper played an audio recording. Angela recognised her voice in the recording. She was using language that would not be acceptable in ministerial company. The recording made. THEN I GOT UP AND OUT THE DOOR, pissed off and ready to get drunk. She followed me later and found me in the motel lounge drinking a jack and coke. I looked her way but she went to the other end of the bar and just sat there looking at all the men.One of the guys went her way tapped her and asked for a dance. She got up and whispered into his ear and off to the dance floor she went. My god she had put her skimpiest bikini thong on with a towel wrapped around her flat stomach , her hips flared. She put her hand on my upper thigh, and I got excited, and started to get hard. She cocked her head and said, "do you understand?" I nodded, and she got up and started to walk away. Half way to her desk I ran up behind her and turned her around, immediately locking lips. She hesitated at first, but after a couple seconds I began to slide my fingers down her stomach. Our tongues were dancing as I slowly slid my fingers down her tights, and rubbed her sex through them. She jumped in ecstasy, and. When he told me what he planned and his expectations I was appalled, at first. That gave way to curiosity and finally a deep need to find out if it was possible, so I agreed.The first step involved getting a small cow bell, loud enough to be heard anywhere in the house, but not too large to be obvious. This was hung from the bed post. The bell was sounded every night immediately before some very energetic sex.I will admit at first I was hesitant. I mean such rough, fast sex was something I was.