" His voice a bit more commanding.The small noises of the restaurant had faded completely behind the rushing sound in her ears.She stared at her half ...empty plate and mumbled an unconvincing, "No." No?" he asked in a playful tone, knowing he'd tapped into a most secret place."Not really," she said with a trembling voice, "that is, not exactly." Explain." he said almost sweetly while increasing the tempo of his finger movements through her now squishy flesh.They had met at a political. But I'm not going to tell you, I'll be the one in charge that day and I plan on surprising you with it.”“Ok then sir, I can't wait. Anyway, are you free tomorrow at all for some more fun?”“Sadly not, headed out of town early to visit some family. I'll be back early Saturday morning but I'll be at work all day.”“Ah shit. Oh well, I guess I'll have to wait until Saturday then. You'll be able to sneak off at some point, right?”“Yeah, for sure. You'll just have to give me a heads up so I can make. But only when Gunther’s knot shrank and he pulled out would she tip over the edge into an actual orgasm. Just a little touch I’d included in her programming to keep things interesting until the very end.I set aside my laptop and got a plate from the kitchen. I set the plate beneath the junction of my wife’s and Gunther’s loins. Then I took a handheld camera, one linked to the audience feed, and turned it on. Lifting Gunther’s tail—the scent of their mutual arousal was almost appalling—I focused. ‘Hey, sexy. Smells good in here. What do you have for me?’ ‘Oh, you’re hungry?’ ‘Damn straight!’ Deon followed Jasmine into the kitchen. ‘Alright, big boy. Help yourself.’ She handed him a plate. They both made their plates and sat down at the table. ‘Wow. This salmon is delicious,’ said Deon. ‘Glad you like it,’ said Jasmine. ‘I’m really impressed. I guess you really can walk the walk.’ ‘Yup. Now it’s your turn.’ ‘Oh,’ sighed Deon. ‘Yeah, about that… I guess we’ll cross that bridge when we get.