Tab maine priya se kaha kee kyon tumhara hubby kuch nahee karta hai kya to wo boli agar aisa hota to aaj maine ye sab nahee kiya hota aapko patane ke ...iye. Tab maine kaha kee acha to ye tumhara plan tha to priya ne kaha kee haan. Tab priya ne kaha kee uske husband usse theek se nahee chodate hai or usse maza nahee aata hai tab maine kaha kee phir ye bacha kaise hua to priya ne kaha bache to janwar bhee peda kar dete hai.Usne mera hath padkad kar mujhe apni or khicha or bed par le gaee or kiss. .. used. I so wanted this man, and I finally came up with a proposition I thought he would find enticing.I proposed to be their sex toy, and to present myself to her as his property. I would rent a room, arrive early...and make myself ready for their arrival. I was to insert a large plug into my ass, and lock away my cock in a chastity device. I was to present the key to him upon their arrival. I sat on the edge of the bed... ass stretched with the plug, the cage around my cock... butterflies. As she drew closer, the feeling of dread grew. Why was she so immaculate? Why was she so clean? There was not a spot on her, not a single fleck of semen, not a hair out of place -- at least, as far as I could tell, since her head was hidden under a shroud. A fucking shroud?? What was this, the sixteenth century? Who wears a shroud to a wedding? And why was no-one getting up to use her? Why was she allowed to walk towards the altar completely unspoiled? It wasn't respect for the sanctity of. They found out I didn't want to blackmail them in any way. I just wanted to ensure that they wife or girlfriend would ot found out. Sometimes I was more concerned about this than they were. After that, if all went well, they'd come to my house for a few hours in the evening. A basic ground rule was nudity. The first thing they'd do was take off all their clothes, and put them into a box, which I'd padlock. The last thing they'd do was put their clothes on again after I unlocked the box. What.