They were eager, in fact. Nicole would be another slave and Simone would be, well, another daughter, sort of.I sat stone still, trying to convince mys...lf of my love for Sally, trying to figure out what in the fucking Hell she was doing. Was she really offering me another woman? I mean, sure, Nicole was nice to look at, but shit, Sally and I weren't even married yet! I for damned sure wasn't tired of her and didn't think I would ever be.My knuckles were white on the arms of the chair. This one. It's a good vehicle for these gravel roads we live on. It was only a couple of minutes, actually, down to her ranch house. I parked out in the drive. Her cone flowers and peonies were blooming along the stone walkway to her front door."Hello, Brad. How've you been dear one?" You know me, Cynthia. I'm always good. What a pretty dress. That green goes well with your hair." Thank you sweet man. Anyway, the coffee's hot. I tried a new blend. I hope you like it. We have some scones this morning. I. Chrissy felt something cold wrap around his genitalia then heard a click. Ok sissy stand up, not realising what had just happened he pushed up with his hands and screamed in pain as the humbler held his cock and balls behind his thighs. He thought he had ripped his balls off and collapsed forward with tears running down his face. Come on sissy I haven’t got all night. The guard grabbed Chrissy by his long blonde hair and pulled him off the car so he collapsed on to the ground. Keeping hold of. I was posted in Nagpur and was getting sexually frustrated. It had been some 6 odd months since I had gotten laid. I was getting desperate; a friend of mine said he could help me out. He knew about a guy who could arrange a female help, but of a different kind, someone who would take care of all the needs. Initially I was reluctant not knowing what this would lead to, but the desperation got the better of me and I told him to go ahead. I didn’t have a maid back then, I was living alone and was.