She questioned herself, looked in the mirror, wondered "why" she was alone. Truth was, she was shy, she was ultra conservative and she felt guilty fo... looking at the husbands of women at church and at the preschool where she worked. She told herself it was wrong, but she would get wet when a handsome man paid attention to her and talked to her. She would hurry home, before anyone was there, after work to masturbate. She lived with her parents and as with many preachers and their families,. "I won't turn you in, as long as you do everything I say." I stated as I reached out and ran my hand over the contour of her breast. Paula watched my hand as it groped her tit through her shirt. I had always thought that Paula might be interested in me but her relationship with Bill was so overpowering that I knew any pass I made would be rejected."John, I can't!" Paula pleaded with me as my hand continued to massage her firm breast, not pulling away from my exploring fingers. "I can't cheat on. I'll tell you all about it when I get home." Am I now your cuckold?" Yes, you are. Are you alright with that?" "I think so." It was best that we did it this way. I have to go now. I'll see you in a couple of hours. I love you. Bye." By not being able to masturbate and climax, the cuckold will remain in a state of arousal. He will not be overcome with those strong feelings of buyer's remorse, self doubt and self loathing that always follow after he has masturbated. In that respect, the male. Sure did what it was supposed to do! My right nipple now stood a full attention. A fucking smile from ear to ear and a head nod up and down, up and down – he was so proud of himself.I of course, completely caught off guard jumped back and swatted his hand away. “What the fuck??!?! Do you know how cold that is???” I screamed with eyes opened wide. I tried to give him shit, but really couldn’t. I should have expected it. It wasn’t the first time he teased my nipples and it won’t be the last. I.