’ ‘What?’ She sat very still and her eyes looked down at the check as I slid it over the table to her. She stared at it and seemed afraid to tou...ch it in case it would go up in smoke. ‘How much?’ She asked me. ‘Just tell me. I don’t have my glasses.’ I grinned at her, ‘Two hundred and forty-two thousand dollars,’ I said slowly. She stared at me for a moment, wiped her mouth with her napkin, took a big drink of her iced tea, wiped her hands carefully and picked up the check. She played trombone. I moaned as the combination of his huge cock and growing knot sent me over the edge. “Push it in boy” I moaned “tie with this slutty bitch”. With a couple of extra thrusts he slipped the knot inside and it swelled more to seal me so tight. I gripped the bench as his cum began to flow. And what a flow. His knot making sure that none escaped. I heard Toni moaning and muttering obscenities as she too tied with Blackie. Two sluts now captives by two excited dogs.I heard Toni squeal as Blackie. Trying to ignore is arousal returning, he squeeze tighter and her mouth piece popped out. But she wouldn’t tap. So he lifted his hips up, slipped his leg up and under into her crotch. As his foot made contact, he mind raced. No, it couldn’t be, its gotta be sweat. No… is she…is she wet? Is she actually getting aroused at this? He let his thought wander no more and sat up, completing the crank. Her head was pushed forward, and he almost let out a small gasp. Her face was now being crushed into. As the first month of quiet came to an end, my sexual spring was still wound too tight. I wanted Tom every day, most days more than once and that urge wasn’t diminishing. Tom on the other hand had drifted back to twice a week. We settled for something between our desires. I didn’t feel neglected. I thought I was satisfied, but most nights I found myself drifting to sleep wishing for more but comforted in my man’s arms. Tom and I could always talk about anything and if our coupling had slipped.