Inside the barn, her husband took the farmhand’s proudly erect cock into his mouth, swallowing it smoothly with the kind of ease that only came from...practice. Nelle couldn’t hear Jamie’s groan, but she could see it on his face, the way his eyes narrowed, the corner of his mouth twitching. He took her husband’s head in his hands, fingers locked in his damp, brown hair, and, gently at first, then with more confidence, slid himself in and out of the man’s throat. Nelle bit her lip, bracing her. During the course of the evening, Mistress Lynne had offered to personally help my wife learn the ropes, so to speak. My wife happily accepted. At that moment, my life forever changed. We met with Mistress Lynne the next week at our house. At her request, I was bound hand and foot and forced to kneel on the floor while she discussed a few things concerning my wife's domination over me. When Mistress Lynne began talking about my total submission I started to protest, but she slapped me. ”“Of course. I love you, too.”Of course, I didn’t go to church with the family. They didn’t come back for lunch. Instead, the bell rang and when I answered it, a delivery boy handed me a pizza. Scrawled on the box were the words, ‘From Mom and Dad.’ I was careful not to spill any tomato sauce on my workbook.That evening, I worked through the first practical exercises in the entire book. I guess they figured they should answer the age-old question, ‘When am I ever going to use Algebra?’ I. ” I said jokingly.She gave me a nervous laugh as she finished ringing in my groceries. I paid for them and walked back to my car thinking that wasn’t too bad. Then I spotted a coffee bar and decided to continue my nude adventure.Standing in line waiting to be served only heightened my awareness of my nudity. The place was crowded and people were standing really close to me and I felt all the eyes on me. When it was it was my turn to be served I almost felt like leaving, I was so overwhelmed but.