"Shut the fuck up and eat your goddamn dick bacon!" my dad shouted, quite hilariously. My dads name was John. John Webb. I hated him so much. I left t...e house without even touching my penis again, or the bacon for that matter.I hopped on the school bus and the moment I got on, the bus driver pantsed me and my soft penis fell right out. Everyone saw my soft penis meat, but nobody laughed. Everyone just stared with glazed eyes. I realized they were all smoking marijuana cigarettes. Pants still. Ab dono ko dono ki intentions clear ho gayi thi. Mein pehli baar kisi itni umar ki lady ko aise touch kar raha tha. Time 7:30 ho chuka tha. So humein yeh tha ki log uth sakte hai and dekh sakte hai. So mein utha and apna laptop bag apni tango per rakh liya. Usko bi scheme pasand aayi to usne bhi ek bada sa polythene jismein kuch khane peene ki cheze thi apne upar rakh liya. Fir polythene ke neeche usne mera Haath apni salwaar mein daal diya. Fir usne chips ka packet khola and chips khane lagi.. You know, just want me to dress up in uniforms or do bondage or something.’I thought back to when our marriage had been more normal. Spiced up with some bedroom fantasies and a couple of dildos as make-believe lovers, but a marriage within normal bounds. Yet I’d managed to transform this harmless state of affairs we’d enjoyed for many years into this. My beautiful forty-four-year-old wife out on the town with her virile black lover.The other thing I couldn’t get out of my mind was Sue’s. It was perfectly suited for stretching my hams and glutes, plus it put nice tension on the small back muscles. I did another set, this time rotating from opposite hand on the bar, to hand overhead, with back and neck arched, and back down to the bar. Twice through both legs and I had a nice glow. It was time for a shower before handling more clients.As I passed the mirror, on the way to the shower, I could faintly see the red markings from my favorite flogger. I love the piece. The grip is.