What he does with his tongue is unknown to me. I haven't felt anything like it before. It is almost like he is claiming my soul through my pussy. In t...is moment I am his, he has all of my control. I start to cum hard, my first climax with a man. I thrust myself up towards him, wanting even more. He allows this, giving me a tad bit of control and making me cum harder. Before I have a chance to say anything, he is dropping my legs. He squeezes between them. I wrap my legs around his waist again.. If I was objective, I'd have to see the resemblance ... I looked a lot like him. Dark hair, glasses, in good shape if not muscular. What struck me first was seeing how he was looking me squarely in the eye, not showing any sign of apology or regret. And besides the family resemblance, he somehow looked ... familiar."It's good to see you, Mark," he said slowly. His voice was surprisingly deep in comparison to my own. "I know this has been pretty hard on you; but I understand. I ... I'm sad we. Looking to my left and right, I noted three bonds and some kind of metal encasements around my hands. The bonds also tied Chloe to the other side of the table, but what were the encasements for? Two straps went over my shoulders like backpack straps, another across my chest at about the bottom of my rib cage, another across my navel and another around my waist like a belt. My legs were spread wide enough that the girls could slide their hands between them to fondle my sac. Straps held my thighs. My name is Marcus, and my wife, Dedra, and I were forty-two years old at the time of this story. We live in a spacious home on a lake on the outskirts of Birmingham. I own an electronic component manufacturing company on the fringes of the Birmingham metropolitan area. Most of the highly technical components that we assemble are subcontracted to other companies. I employ ten, semi-skilled workers and one engineer who assemble and test the final products for sale and shipment to our customers..