It had fallen apart from the first night of our honeymoon. I had been unable to perform. My dick had stayed as limp as the proverbial noodle. I was ne...er able to get it up for Serena. If I did get it up it only stayed hard for a few minutes. She would suck on it. She would jack it off. She would display her body for me. I could never satisfy her sexually. We lived a sterile, empty life with no sex and no love to speak of. I knew she still cared for me, but I was unable to tell her the problem.. "No! Why did you?" Janice said.I hugged Janice again. "Because you are my best friend. Because if I had never met you we would not both be here, with daughters we adore. Because I realized that I forget to tell you how much you mean to me."Janice sniffled. "I'm just a useless concubine."I hugged her close. "Useless? I don't think so. Who is the director for our musical? Whose idea was it to create it? Who has managed to convince all the concubines to help out? You did all of that. Janice, I. I have never seen anything like it before. It was full tight and ready for action.We started to feel each other, and wanted to explore. It was a strange feeling but I was enjoying every bit of it. I was completely wet by the acts of the Manjit. He was touching every part of mine and sucking my boobs very hard. He started to bite my boobs but instead of pain I was in pleasure. Ahhhhhhhhhh I moaned.Please Manjit, be caaaalmmmmm. I looovveeee uuuuuu.. Ahhhhh Slowwww babyyyyyy. Pleeasseeee.he said. As the wand got thicker and each ball got bigger, I wondered ’t whether I could torment myself so gloriously the whole time while finance guy droned on, but he’d probably still be gabbing when my urethra and ass had been sufficiently stretched. Like, I’d have ending up having to pierce my nipples with a paperclip or something. (As if I had any)It didn’t matter. But oh, my cock felt unnaturally tingly. He kept talking about numbers I should probably care about but didn’t. All I knew was that I.