I asked him "What are you thinking or feeling right now?" He sighed again, and whispered "I just think it's perfect, the way the man is holding and ki...sing and caressing the young guy!" With that, I leaned toward him, gently kissed his ear, and - without a word spoken - rested my hand on his bulge. No caressing - just landed my hand on it. He jerked just a bit, looked at me, and nodded. That was a great sign for me to continue. I quickly brought up a longer video of the same type of scene,. Where did I go wrong? What did he have that made me expendable as a husband? What made her treat me like dirt? I guess they got answered in some convenient manner inside my head or got buried. I just know that I do not ask these questions now. There was an upswing to all this. As soon as she left me I left my job and went into business for my own. I was a Realtor, I was damn good at making people find their dream homes and I did it much better when I did it for myself. Pretty soon serious money. My hands were roughly pulled behind me, and they were tied together. "Luckily," she said, "I carry a few necessary training supplies with me in my lunch-box." As I wondered what 'supplies' she was talking about, I felt her fingers on my left nipple, then a sharp pain as something was clamped onto my tit. I moaned in pain as she did the same to the other one. "Oh! You like that, don't you?" she laughed. Grabbing a handful of my hair, she pulled me forward until I lost my balance and fell on the. "I don't bite." She said sounding a little seductive. "I nibble a little, but it's affectionate." She giggled nervously.Greg smiled at that comment. "Well, I've got to get through security babe, I'll see you in a few hours." Ok, have a safe trip, and I'll see you." She hung up.Greg made it through security without any problems, and was soon on the plane ready for takeoff. The flight was somewhat bumpy, and he was definitely ready to disembark when it landed. He retrieved his bag, rented his.