"Well mom," he said finally, "I hope you feel better. See ya tonight." Then he left."What am I going to do?" Monica was talking out loud to herself as...her driver sped down the freeway toward home. She wished she could just fill the role herself, but quickly put that out of her mind. She could never do that and even if she could David would never want her anyway. She had to come up with something. Perhaps one of her friends would be willing. Who was she k**ding, of course they would, but that. He had hooked them as he closed his forefinger, and with the crotch bunched-up, he drew them to one side, exposing the warmth to the fresh breeze and his warm mouth, there was no mistaking the skin on tongue as he pried me open for the first time, or the saliva tracing from my labia to my anus, terms of 'Cunnilingus' and 'Rimming', so familiar to me now, but back then, the English or spoken word escaped me, but not his tongue, as the rough bark of the tree marked me with scratches, as my body. We find the nearly constant dampness & lingering smell, quite overpowering, & demeaning. But also very arousing & spirally so. The more aroused we get the we are extremely self conscious, about our damp smell. The more self conscious we become the more aroused we become. It is not uncommon to find yourself quite wretched weeping with helpless frustrated arousal & shame. For quite palpable? reasons we don?t allow our misery to hamper our chores or the mens pleasure, in any way. The whip is very. .. and given him my ass for the first time.I smiled wickedly, "Oh, I'm going to make your darkest fantasy come true."He was still oblivious to my true intent as he countered, "You already did that last year." That was just the beginning," I countered, giving his cock one more squeeze, before adding, "now hurry home, I want to fuck you... hard." I was hinting like crazy; he always fucked me, not the other way around, but my darling husband was clueless. I could hardly wait!"O-o-okay," he nodded,.