In the middle of the room was what scared me. It was a sinister looking sawhorse with a padded top, and straps on each leg. Then there was the chair...I was strapped to, it looked to be an older gyno chair that could layback with the leg stirups to spread your legs. The bad part was that the chair had a machine on the bottom that looking like the fucking machines I had seen in pornos with big dildos attached. Jon broke the silence "It's lot to take in isn't it. I've talked to your parents. This causes you to throw your head back, not thinking about your clit which is now in pain. His hand goes down to your clit, at this point it's white, lack of blood has discolored it. He leans in to kiss your lips, while releasing the pressure on your clit, allowing blood to flow again. This causes your pussy to convulse, your clit is throbbing, your eyes are tearing up, you look at his eyes. He knows what you need more then you do, turning his back on you, you slump down, thinking he doesnt. I assumed she was staying home nights since there was never any mention of babysitters.A few weeks into the term I woke up in the middle of the night with an unfamiliar, but not unwelcome feeling in my groin. Lisa had snuck down the stairs and gotten my shorts open and was slurping away on my hard cock with more enthusiasm than she had shown in the last two years of our marriage. I wanted to kick her off the bed but you know what they say about a stiff prick having no conscience. After a few. But neither of us wanted her to.But, thinking about it for another several days -- how many? Nine days? Nine days before I'd be back in Baltimore. That could be a good thing. And I could call her a lot, from on the road. I had her cell number, and she'd given me her aunt's phone number in Tennessee. And she promised to call with any other relevant phone numbers, and to let me know when she arrived back in Baltimore. Whenever she got back, I'd likely still be in Seattle or Oakland or Anaheim, on.