And as I did, pushing, prodding, feeling, abusing, I felt it.Deep in Sarah’s bowels, in the cavity that lies beyond the tunnel just passed her anus,...I could feel a portion of the mass that put me in this position. If I had no clue where my hand was, I would have guessed I was feeling a wet piece of cabbage, hard and lumpy. “I can feel it honey.” Yes, I better after everything I’ve done to her. This had better fix the problem, or she just might share with mom what I suggested and failed at. . "Do you have some paper towel?" Jill asked."They are in the kitchen, ma'am." I replied.Once she had the paper towels, she came back between my legs andstroked my penis until I had a big release and she milked me intothe paper towel. Then she undid the rope and cuffs and allowedme to stand up and rub my bottom."Since your wife will return on Sunday morning, I will return onSaturday evening at 7:00 PM." Jill said. "Then I will inspectboth the house and your bare spanked ass. I expect you to have. During the party I had the opportunity to chat with Brian Watson, the comptroller for the university – the top financial guy. He was wearing a batman costume complete with cape. He knew I’d been instrumental in recommending Lisa Caldwell for the entry-level job that she’d been hired into. She’d had about six or seven weeks on the job, and I had been curious about how she was doing, but didn’t dare ask. I had my fingers crossed.Brian pulled me aside and said to me with no little enthusiasm,. ‘Tim, why are you staring at my hard-on?’ I could feel my face turn bright red and yet all I wanted was lean over and kiss the tip of his penis. He must have read my mind as he instructed me to take him out of his boxers. I knew what I was doing was wrong and yet my desire was stronger than my moral compass. With trembling hands, I reached into his fly and grasped his organ. My first touch of another man’s penis was all it took to open my eyes to my sexual preference. My sexual ignorance may.