“Stand slut,” Damian instructed, “now kiss your husband, kiss him passionately, and Vince, kiss your wife, put your tongue in her mouth, but rem...mber, don’t spill a drop, either of you.”We kissed, kissed as perhaps we never had before. Then we parted, the come gone, shared between us. I felt ashamed, but also excited, aroused. I knew my cunt was wet, wet and aching for a cock.“Vince,” Jasmine said, “you will not come in your wife’s mouth again, you will not fuck her again. That is not your. Or other men, for that matter, for not knowing what women really want or need when the women don't understand it themselves. And ... how do you know she ISNT working her way out of it?" Sandi had no response, I thought because she realized that was true. But that wasn't the case."No, Jake ... what women want is to feel safe and protected and cherished."Now it was my turn to be silent while I reorganized my thoughts. I was used to her, and I thought I understood the leap she'd just made. She was. This was the other end of the shockwave, which when turned on would send a delicious streak of electrical current to the terminal she had slipped into the end of his penis, making it jerk and pulse, something that could be kept up indefinitely without letting the subject achieve a release of any kind!After taking a moment to check the levels on the remote control box she glanced approvingly at herself in the full length mirror on the wall. She was wearing an outfit which showed off her beauty. “Hello Josh, what can I do for you?”Immediately my face turned red at the thought of what I was about to do and I stammered an answer, “I… uh… I just thought I’d… er…. like to have a chat.”“Right, well I suppose.” I stood there awkwardly and finally motioned to be allowed in. Tiffany led me to the lounge with a little concern on her face.“Are you alright? Do you need a glass of water?”“Err… yes.. err… yes please, thank you,” I was grateful for a chance to pause.My heart thumped in its chest as.