Sherry makes her full debut.
When I began to explain the back story, Sherry must have gone through a few emotions but surprise or shock didn't seem to be amongst them. The details of our activities when PJ was tied to the bed, his penchant for anonymised sex, the blindfold, the extra confusion I'd introduced all peaked her interest. When I mentioned that her name had cropped up from time to time that didn't seem to phase her either. If anything she seemed flattered maybe, certainly interested and demanded more detail.
It must have been twenty minutes before she chipped in with her account of making him perform in the garden and how that had fit around her phone call to me. We laughed, fortunately, and joked about what to do with him now he thought she had an incriminating video of him wanking. At least I thought we were joking.
PJ, on the face of it, was pretty straight-laced and not one for public displays of affection or anything else exposing his passions. He didn't drink, played golf, hosted a pub quiz every week and liked a bit of home maintenance. Normal everyday interests and a vanilla persona. His sex life was a little different.
In addition to the cock-lock I mentioned in a previous episode, he liked a cock ring and also owned a few other toys. A favourite was the remote vibrator. We would fit PJ with the device, a bullet with a short wire (an aerial I presumed) attached to his cock via a rubber sleeve. I would carry the remote and was in full control of his pleasure for the evening.
It always meant a meal or drink out and I took great delight in activating the vibrations whenever he interacted with anyone. Buying drinks at the bar, ordering food at the table and speaking to waiting staff was hilarious for me and progressively more difficult for him as the evening wore on. I'd give him the occasional period of peace as the batteries were tiny and I needed to pick my moments.
If the batteries didn't fail, I would hit the highest setting when the bill came and see if I could get him to explode in front of a waitress. Two successes and one fail was my hit rate. Invariably, I had to take over the payment procedure as he was literally speechless at this point. I couldn't explain what was really going on and reassured onlookers that he was ok but distracted and a big tip placated the waitress. We would leave pretty quickly after this too.