> > While I've had a lot of offers from > people who want me to be a willing > toilet or at least where I'd be bound > (not in a devic... as nice as yours, > that I might consider) and beaten > if I didn't do it, I have no interest. > > But if someone were to show me a > working device where I could see > that once locked in there would be > no escape and I would be forced to > consume what is put in, I know > I would have to do it. > >. Her panties have a habit of riding up over her bottom cheeks so her slacks did not afford her much protection. I turned a couple of times to make sure Brian had a good view from the kitchen, which he did.I then asked my wife to stand and remove her slacks to reveal her ample bottom cheeks poking out through her panties, which were now wedged between her bottom cheeks. I then proceeded to spank her some more. All the time I was aware that Brian could see her bottom cheeks turning red and hear. But ever since then, you've made a point of keeping it secret.Your teenage years were the worst. It's bad enough being a teenager, but being a teenager who is different from all of the other teenagers is even worse. You were completely shunned by everyone. Even your sisters would ignore you in school, though they had to talk to you sometimes just to keep your parents from getting on their case. The only person who ever willingly spoke to you in school was Angie. Angie was a good Christian girl. My beautiful wife laying with her legs open, fucking this guy. She handed me four DVD that said ‘Master Copies’. “What’s this?” “The movies I made silly. I am terrible but I’ll get better. I thought you would like to watch them and I could suck you off as you do?” “You want to suck me off?” “Of course, I love you - you're my husband,” she said smiling and she kissed me. There was a passion in the kiss I had never felt from her and my cock was ready to go. We spent the night watching movies. In.