(i'll leave this part to the readers imagination) I t felt wonderful to be in my spandex sleep sack. The masturbation punishmentwas by far the worst ...hing I've ever endured in my entire life. Mistress saidthat I should get used to the sleep sack. The only time I won't be in it iswhen She feels like playing with me, punishing me, feeding me, bathing me,shaving my body, giving my twice daily enemas and catheters or in the promiseduncomfortable punishment bondage while the temporary maid is doing. And on the other hand my erection was reeling with sexual anger.Whatever, those two muslim tailors continued playing with my wife’s breasts, consuming as much of the milk as they could suck from her breasts. Time seemed to be frozen, as it were! They inter-exchanged their positions and thus continued to savor the lactic nectar from her breasts, by turns. Her pleasure-moans were getting louder, which suggested me she was now approaching unto her orgasm, and soon she reached one, then another,. I squirt some directly onto my breasts, and imagine it's your cum as I massage it in. I squeeze and rub and stroke it down to the nipples, working up a lather. I hold my breasts up and push them together, imagining it's you holding me from behind. I can almost feel your hard cock against my lower back. I pump more gel into my hand, and press it between my legs. For an instant if feels deliciously cold, before my hot cunt warms it up. I rub it in, caressing my lips, stroking up and around my. He used to say “ come here and show me how grateful you are that I fucked your wife for you this morning,” and other equally demeaning stuff. The blowjobs were normally quick and humbling. I would be on my knees with him holding the back of my head. He used to tell me to rub his balls whilst he fucked me face. One of the more demeaning things that he used to do was get me to count down from 10 when he was about to cum. He would pull his cock out of my mouth and say “count down from ten when I.