It's not normal. I knew our marriage was headed for serious trouble, but little did I know just how serious.The next night he refused, just outright r...fused, to tie me up. He could see by the look on my face that my feelings were hurt, badly hurt. How is a woman supposed to deal with this kind of disappointment? It was becoming increasingly difficult for me to even comprehend the blatant insensitivity of a man who wouldn't even tie up his own wife.He'd promised me just last month that we'd try. I rubbed the tip with my finger and feel a drop of pre-cum forming. "OK dude, you know I'm not gay. That's enough." he said pulling my hand away."Look I'm not gay either, you know that but just close your eyes and imagine a cute girl playing with your dick ok?"He just said fine, knock yourself out and he lay back and closed his eyes. Kneeling on the floor I felt exhilarated. With the lights off and the curtains drawn it got very dark and I felt a sense of freedom. The darkness made my. He felt himself getting quite the aroused indeed but did not want to make himself go off too soon. Oh no. He wanted his turn at the soon to be soaked woman.His orders were simple for the night. Just keep the camera where it was and enjoy the show. He stepped to the side, glaring over the crowd all stepping up to the plate one at a time. Though his main attention was on the fact that unlike most of the women he filmed, this one in particular seemed to get more and more into things as the number. I answer the phone when I can be bothered. I type memos for other people to bin before reading. Try and decipher the Russian that people claim is their English handwriting. Poison people with coffee in thermo dynamically dangerous cups that spill more than they hold, whilst dreaming of an operating system that works. Incidentally I already have a slogan for my OS, (It's called 'Doors'): "Why struggle with windows when there is a perfectly good Door." I'm wasted here; I should be upstairs in.