I wiggled my hips, so confused by what was happening. Every heartbeat seemed to swell it more and more. It grew thrusting longer, expanding wider and ...ider. And the tip...“Oh, no!” I groaned.“Becky?” Kurt asked.I slammed off the shower, my stomach twisting and writhing. A clammy fear gripped me as I kept stroking my clit. It was now four inches long and thicker than my thumb. The pink was fading to my beige flesh tone. All except the tip.It looked... like a mushroom.Like the tip of Kurt's. Did I find him attractive? Was I ready to submit to a more dominant sexual male? Was I sure that this is what I want from this relationship? Nils' firm tone of voice and strong leadership left no doubt in my mind, I was ready to do all he asked and more!Without barely taking a sip of my coffee, Nils instructed me to follow him out to his car. I got into the passenger seat next to him. His hand rested on my inner thigh, massaging my leg through my jeans and giving me the most furious erection. ( Adult level photography ) I wanted to get out of the rat race , move to the country to enjoy open spaces.I was lucky to find a very private small farm about five hours drive from the city , 50 km. from the nearest town.We settled in , my wife Kay and I enjoyed our new home ,and the privacy of our new farm adventure.After a few months I went walking through the country side alone to re generate my thoughts and to appreciate our new surroundings .On one occasion I arrived home a lot earlier. “Are you all right with what has to happen?”“Yes. Just that my husband is a follower of Horok, the god of purity, and would forbid my ‘cure’ were he to know of it. He would also divorce me if he finds out afterwards,” she replied calmly.“Well, he won’t find out from me,” I nodded.“Yes, I know. That’s why I specifically chose you. Your discretion is well known amongst my class.”“I see,” I replied with a smile. “How do you wish to go about this, knowing or not knowing, as in the use of a privacy.