Since you’ve had more experience, how do you think we should proceed?” He asked.“The first rule of anal sex is lube. Do you have any?” She ask...ed.“Uh, no. Should I run out and get some?” he replied, excitedly and started to stand.“No, no. No need to interrupt our pleasant evening. Next time we get together, I’ll bring some. But, if this works out, you’re going to have to get your own,” she said, grinning.They chatted a little longer, but they were soon ready for bed. Roger was particularly worn. I'm Rich; Rich Adams. I was Rich my entire life until I started dating Lucy. Suddenly it was 'Ricky and Lucy' — 'Lucy and Ricky'. Everyone thought it was so fucking funny. Except for me.What the heck. Lucy is a great looking woman, at least to me. Most people agree she's the best looking mother on the block, if that means anything. We get along well. Our interests coincide. I guess I could put up with people calling me 'Ricky'.We dated, got married, had a kid or two — I think it's two. Moved to. Reiser let out a deep breath and smiled at my reflection in the mirror. "Put on the shoes. There should be a pair that match."I found them; a pair of leather slings the same color as the dress, with three inch heels and they ft me perfectly. My Master had evidently done his homework before he'd gone shopping. I put them on, fastening the delicate ankle straps and stood up carefully, afraid I'd break them somehow just standing there and ruin everything. The heels pushed my ass out nicely,. In the grey light of dawn we found Metzendorf’s garments strewn over the floor of the coach. The indications were he had divested himself in a great hurry; several buttons being lost from his shirt and tunic, and his breeches were turned inside out. In a pocket of his discarded jacket I found a ‘wrap’ of Satan’s Breath. Rob and I exchanged looks of concern; it would seem the demonic substance had entered England, and being used at the orgies hosted by Lord Wycombe.“There is precious little.