?Say thank you master,? the words appeared on the screen,?Thank you master,? I said feebly, feeling even more embarrassed andstupid talking to nobody....Ask me if you can see the video, plead with me, beg me to let you seethe video.?I was desperate to see it, I was desperate to know if my wife had takenall her clothes off for him, I wanted to know, I wanted to know badlyand my heart was thumping at the thought, the frustration building upwithin me until I finally gave in.?Please please please let. She came from the bathroom aglow, her hair moist from the spray, her slender legs glistened in the sun coming through the crack in the drapes.'Can I be on top?' she asked. Who was I to say no. With this depiction of Venus in front of me, I wasn't about to say no. I laid back on the bed as she slowly straddled my thighs. Bending down she barely touched her lips to mine. Electricity coursed through our bodies. Even through the shirt I could feel the hardness of her nipples. I ran my hands up her. I would die, neigh give the very last beat of my heart to undo what has been done. To digress, it is electricity- one hundred million volts pounding and coursing through cold hardened veins. In its simplest forms it is raw and untreated. Yet complexity forces me into the realization that fault lies somewhere deep within mine own self. “I love you Tessa.” I spake as I caressed her cream colored shoulder and drank in her breath. Her eyes closed briefly. This very action instilled upon me the. Slurping the dirt and stench off them, as he grew painfully hard in his steel cage - the force tugging on the piercing that passed through the slit of his penis. Chastity had reprogrammed him; redefined what he was willing to accept as "sex," and lowered his standards for attractiveness to their rock-bottom, inevitable conclusion. A petty caricature of real men's sex lives. Chastity was the great motivation for sexual settling.Flecks of caked-on sweat and dirt from her soles found its way into.