My first impression of Salt Lake City proper was that it was depressingly flat and that the residents seemed to walk around in a fog of self-absorptio... so oppressive that even innocuous conversation was irritating to them. I remember sitting at a nicely appointed bar lounge in the airport motel and listening to the piano player running her fingers over one of those boring show tunes from some God-forsaken Broadway musical like a brain-dead zombie from the twilight zone.She had a huge wine glass. I figured there was no harm in getting some more details, and asked her some more questions about it, which she answered. It seemed that talking about it helped because she was really amazed at how nice I was about the whole thing, and how good of a listener I was being. She even made a little joke about how I wasn’t even looking at her cleavage. In my defence, I totally was looking but not so much that I’d get caught. I mean, unless her nipples came out, there isn’t exactly a whole lot. Let us give him a show. The maximum that he can is jerk himself of! Oh ho, is that what this is”? She asked wickedly, “okay, let’s give him a show. You lie back and I will show him what a blowjob is”. She pushed me on my back and climbed up on the bed on all fours with her ass high in the air.She looked really slutty as she started kissing me on my belly and slowly ran her tongue down to my shorts. With her teeth she pulled my shorts over and pulled out my cock which was really hard, all the. He would tell him to gotake off whatever of mine he had on. In the beginning, Timothy obeyed.There came a time when Timothy would refuse, and Ken--that's myhusband--would stand him up from the table, march him to our bedroom,remove the item, and march him back. Finally, there came a time whenTimothy began to cry and beg to be allowed to wear the item. That's whatchanged everything." How so?" Ken just lost it at that point. He jerked Timothy up by the arm,dragged him into our bedroom, and.