It was a big strange offwhite thing, like two unnaturally large cocks joined at the base, at a shallow angle, with straps and a couple of buttons in t...e center. The girls passed it back and forth, examining its features gleefully. Julie put one end between her lips and sucked suggestively, looking deeply into her sister's eyes. Then they both burst out laughing, just as the doorbell rang. I went to open it."Oh, hi!" said the woman in the hallway, "I'm just returning this to Pat." She tossed a. It still felt like there was more to the idea, more to discover. I started to understand that my mind was trying to fight this…learning process, I guess you’d call it, but that’s just a shadow of how intense it really was. But the more I fought it, the more it burned these new pathways through my brain, teaching me the absolute truths that I was having a harder and harder time denying. I’m totally subservient to Adam DeMarcus, I thought, and I let out a tiny sigh as the grip of the paralysis. I moved over to her, and pulled her close to me, saying, "Don't know about that, but the way you look now makes me think I might not be." I kissed her gently on the mouth, flicked my tongue across her lips, and caressed her breast and nipple. "Mmmmm...", she whispered, "Think someone's horny." I pulled back from her, and noticed both of her thumb-sized nipples pushing against the thin, shiny fabric of her bra. "What's wrong?", she asked. I hestitated for a couple of minutes, and then said,. I was right. Our first time the evening of our wedding was the most delightful experience I had yet enjoyed. By then, however, we had practiced the agreeable preliminaries with each other, so we both knew what to do. For the first year of our marriage we usually made love several times a day. We practically would have enjoyed spending all of our time naked, and in bed. However, honeymoons come to an end. After several years sex between us began to become routine, despite the fact that my wife.