My husband slides out from behind me, laying me out flat on my back and kneeling beside me. His lips meet mine and he kisses me deep and hard. I can f...el you start to pull away in a bout of uncertainty but with a fistful of your hair I pull you back in to me as hard as I can and you go right back to it with a new excitement and vigor. He smiles, seeing you ease into your new role and leans in landing one hand on my left breast clenched down tight and on the other taking in as much as he can in. However, this time there was no such response at all, only a look of indifference and mild disgust as he turned and made his way down the path leaving his wife in tears.By early afternoon Niomi has finished housecleaning and was on hands and knees working in the small flower bed behind their cottage. Her mind was troubled and so preoccupied that she was unaware she was not alone until the wife and mother turned to find the stranger from last night towering above her. A chill ran down her spine. Thank you, mistress, for one of the most memorable nights of my life!The more I think about the permanence of my predicament, the stiffer I get. Right now my "Itty Bitty," as my mistress calls my fleshy stick, is trapped ever so tightly inside a three-inch long plastic sheath in the front of my plastic panties. It has no place to grow. I squirm with delight.I wish I could play with myself. I wish I could come. But I have become too much of a wimp. Too much of a worm. I cannot constantly disobey. "That made sense. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head.Lissa poured some lotion on her hand, rubbed them together, then put her hands on his chest. She began to rub it in, and he felt strangely excited by her touch.She rubbed him all over his chest, starting with his shoulders and working her way down to his stomach. When she reached his pants, he was surprised to feel her slide the tips of her fingers under the waistband and into his shorts. She skimmed across the top.