Then he squeezes some more of the salty shiny liquid and spreads it all over his cock head and the shaft until the whole length glistens. Then he rubs...the underside of the helmet where the cockhead attaches to the shaft; the most sensitive and the most subtle spot in the man’s body.He looks at me; his mirror to admire what he is doing to his cock and turns fully around to admire his ass, pausing for a while to put his hand on his anus but this time he rubs some friction around the hole area.. As they knelt down next to my wife, the screen on my both came down blocking my view. I shoved some money back in the slot, but the screen didn’t go up. The little read-out was telling me there was a special show going on and I needed to put more money in the slot. Not knowing what was happening on the other side of the screen was killing me, but I didn’t have much money with me. Shoving what money I had left into the slot caused the screen to quickly slid back up. On the other side my. You name it, I thought of it all, and I was sorry every time." I know. You said sorry for so many specific things, so many aspects of it. But you never said you were sorry for going to bed with him, for the adultery. I just felt that I wanted to hear you say sorry for what you did, not sorry for the consequences of what you did. I hated that you didn't feel sorry for going to bed with him."She thought about that, and she obviously saw my point, "You're right. I don't think I ever did say I was. Forget the dean, forget the provost, when he’s out of here I’m calling the police. I don’t care how good his cock looks, what he’s done to my friends is criminal. ‘My sweet Sophia, you just don’t get it. If you could see yourself right now, with your beautiful, righteous indignation. You are cute as a button. So concerned for your friends, so sure of your rightness, your perspective. But the truth is, you don’t really see yourself at all.’ ‘How dare you patronize me. I’m calling the police..