It was the slaves who were causing John the most pain, though. Up until he’d realized that First World wasn’t just a computer simulation, he hadn�...�t much cared about how his personal morality differed from the locals’. He could keep his objectivity by just reminding himself: ‘it’s only a game.’ After returning from the Ice Crag, every fight had either been thrust upon him, or forced on someone who couldn’t fight back. Effectively, anyway. This was the first time he was knowingly attacking an. I grunt as my cock spews its contents into the undergarment. Unable to hold it all in the cloth, some of it drips down the crack of Mistress' ass. Sarah extends her tongue and laps up the escaped sperm, moaning at how good it tastes. Mistress then orders me to suck my semen off the sperm soaked boy shorts, but not to swallow. Sarah reaches up and squeezes the last drops of cum from my piss slit and licks her hand as she watches me lick the cooling white cream from the front panel of her. I suspected she felt sorry for me and was just being sociable out of kindness. However I felt sorry for myself and accepted her hospitality eagerly.Just a few weeks short of our 20th anniversary, my wife Cheryl had declared one morning that she was emigrating to France. She seemed to glow with spiteful glee when she explained that our marriage was dead and had been for years. Though disappointed and shocked about her decision, I couldn't disagree with her statement. We had slowly over the years. - 'no, just the wife back at home, but she barely satisfies me now'- 'oh that's a pity'I started rubbing my nipples through my dress, he was still looking- 'how long has your wife not satisfied you?'- 'about 5 months now'My nipples were getting really hard now, I opened my legs a little and with my other hand started rubbing my inner thigh, he was still looking at me through the rear mirror.- 'mmm, you must be so frustrated.'- 'I am, especially while looking at you'I saw his hand lower onto his.