Our joke has been that should I piss her off enough, she could have me sent to prison for wife abuse simply by showing the cops her legs. My wife has ... scar on her chest, where her right breast used to be. She was too young and too healthy to have breast cancer, but apparently the breast cancer was unaware of these prerequisites, and attacked her anyway. She has always had beautiful breasts, and I a committed breast man. I remember sitting there in the doctor’s office thinking that I was going. Over the last couple of years, Maggie had come to the family holidays at their parents’ house alone, and Brad had had more opportunities to talk to her one-on-one. He had gotten to know her finally, and discovered that he really enjoyed their conversations, and just being with her seemed to elevate his life. Comfortable, relaxed. They shared interests, and could discuss books or movies and just about any topic, and they saw eye-to-eye on most of them. They both loved the outdoors. Maggie worked. "I'm sorry. I understand your situation and I'm sympathetic but there'snothing I can do. Unless ....."I smiled eagerly. "Unless?"She shook her head. "No, that would never work." What? What would never work?"We were sitting in front of her desk, she'd taken the other visitor'schair rather than sit behind her desk. She put her hand on my knee and said, "Well, if you were to volunteer to take Jeff's punishment ......"I stared at her, mystified. Her hand was still on my knee. "How? I meanhow. " What strange request! But ofcourse I fullfilledhis wishes. He told me a name of a man he had to call. I looked for the numberin his organizer, dialed it, gave the phone to him, and crawled under the desk.It was kind of silly to sit there between his legs, with his dick in my mouth,and doing nothing. But during the second call he made it harder. His officechair had small wheels, and he pushed himself backwards, from the desk. I hadto crawl with him, and be careful not to let his dick slip from.