Most of the women I worked for just quietly watched me as I cleaned their house naked. Afterwards they might make me a cup of tea and we’d have a fr...endly chat. With Dora it was different, she took an evil glee in having a defenceless naked man at her mercy. I felt like a mouse being played with by a tiger cub. I should have seen the warning signs on my first visit when I noticed an enormous purple vibrator sitting on the television in the lounge room looking for all the world like a decorative. My heart began to sink. He then went on to say that his wife was currently out of town for a few days and he would let me have the computer if I would go out with him Saturday night. Where I grew up in Modesto, the guys I dated expected a blowjob if they bought me a goddamn McDonald’s Happy Meal so I couldn’t even imagine what Aaron would expect for fair trade for the $400 computer. I quickly agreed and prayed that he wasn’t going to ask me to shit in a cup and eat it!Saturday night arrived. She examined it up close. She reached out and looked up at me."Can I touch it?" Of course you can, but be careful, it's loaded." She didn't laugh, for her this was serious business. At first she just touched it with one finger. Lightly stroking down from the head to the base. Then two fingers. Her touch made my pre-cum appear. She dabbed her finger in it, and looked at the string coming from the source to her finger. She tentatively tasted the liquid on her finger. She did not make any. But most of the time they were happy when I just nodded at them. At home my patience was tested too. My wife was a sales representative and traveled often. Soon I became superfluous to her, like earrings she never wore. I suspected she had a lover so I contacted a private investigator with ties to offices in the Midwest to check up on her. When their report came in I was deeply saddened and knew it was hopeless but I gave her and our marriage another chance. Our sex lives had been good, she.