I pussyfoot down the hall and slowly peek open the door. He's laying on the bed waiting and upon seeing me he just says "I thank you and Ken for bein... so good to me.". All I see is a big belly overshadowing a real huge pair of balls. This guy is so fat that folds of flesh were obscuring his cock. My thinking is I want to get this over fast. I move near him and start to disrobe and show off my perfect white tits. His hand moved to my thighs. I tell him I love sucking a good cock (I'm not. She continued work as though being called across 12 miles of Oxfordshire on a cold February night dressed in a ¾ length fur coat and shoes with no other clothing on a public bus to allow a man not your husband to do whatever he wished to your body, was as normal as a shopping spree. To her it was, she had been doing this for some years now, it was her form of relaxing, giving her body, totally, absolving herself of all control, even of blame perhaps, mentally she couldn’t explain it completely. "What did I do to deserve such a spoiled brat for a daughter? That little bitch needs a total attitude change!" Jocelyn said placing her head in her hands. I got up, picked the pieces of my wife's phone up, reassembling it and placed it on the coffee table as I turned it on. I walked over to the mini bar that we had set up in the corner of the living room for entertaining and poured two glasses of wine and then brought them, one to my wife and for myself, and placed them on the coffee table. I. I would look through his porn magazines and get hard as a rock. I was so fucking attracted to these nasty slutty looking women all dressed in their slutty attire. I was into it from a straight side, but it wasn’t too long before I would start to become fascinated with the thoughts of “Femdom” and what I would look like and how would it feel. Within my thoughts I was becoming more and more attracted to it…..Until one time when I did!But there were other things about it that, and in no better way.