Rather, he found it intriguing and he thought of a perfect way to try it out."Slut, lay back and spread your legs", he commanded and Monica immediatel... reclined on the sofa, her pussy on full display, his jizz leaking from her hole. "Now, bitch", he said, looking down at Bill, who looked up at him, "crawl over to your wife and lick my cum from her cunt."Bill gulped, nervous about what was going on. But he found that he couldn't help but obey. This young man was strong and commanding and Bill. Everyone there will know you are a wild slut. Is that what you want?”“Of course not. But, I must obey what you say. So, if you say I must, I must.”Interesting, isn’t it? They were right. But, why? Was she afraid to admit what she wanted? Or, was she unsure of it herself? Was it a fantasy she loved down deep in her psyche but was afraid to live? Was it simply fear of unknown men having her, of the violence or harm which could ensue? Or, a conflict in her from upbringing (be a good girl) versus. Come to find out, she had worked up the nerve to have her nipples pierced and although they were still very sore, she could tolerate me gently touching them. That weekend marked the beginning of a new phase in our relationship where the mother, grandmother and church going woman I had known for 24 years, became totally sexual. She had become spontaneous and aggressive and had obviously spent time reading and researching things she wanted to try. For the first time on our married lives, she. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes and said she is feeling better and thanked me.Still, I was massing her feet and she said it’s alright now. I said it’s ok and will make you more comfortable. I took some more bam and applied it on the heals. She said she feels ticklish on the soles. Then I smiled and intentionally tickled her on the soles and she withdrew her feet laughing. She then begged me to not tickle her and I knew she was getting on the track.With the indication this incident gave.