She masturbated outrageously even when she knew he was looking at her busy fingers. Her dresser was filled with the kinkiest of sex toys and she had a...list of male friends whose common denominator was the excessive lengths of their shafts.Her hobby was to have her accommodating husband take revealing photos of her being used by her many friends with huge cocks. They had taken so many of them that he had already started a volume two after the other large portfolio was completely filled with. As we approached his door, Nils turned to me and said "Last chance to back out. After we walk through that door, you become my property for as long as I want you." When he said this, my cock twitched beneath my jeans and I took that as a sign that I wanted nothing else at that moment. I meekly nodded my understanding and walked into his home. I walked into the living room where I turned and faced him. Nils took off his suit coat and sat down on a leather chair. "Undress" he commanded me. I. She was Jessica Munroe.He was Art Bellows, and he hated her.Art was short. That was the first thing anyone ever noticed about him.He was very short. The second thing they noticed about Art was his shockof bright ginger hair. The third thing you notice about Art was just howuncomfortable he seemed in himself. His weight was always shifting fromfoot to foot, his fingers always looking for something to fiddle with.This was of course if you noticed Art at all. He knew his place in thecomplex social. It seemed forever but the door finally opened…Becky was red in the face and smiling at me…I knew…she knew. It was now my turn, it all sounded exciting: another adventure in my youth.The story…first chapter: Listening to the excitement in Becky’s voice as she had related to me about her confessions I waited outside nervously until she was finished; until she had received Father Daniel’s admonition and instructions: Five “Hail Mary’s” and no masturbation or fucking until the following week’s.