Master strapped me to an X, blindfolded. Invited his friends over. I have to guess how many guys fucked me. If I'm wrong it starts all over.A pins and...needles contest. Tits holding 20 pins, pussy lips have 10. Loser works a week in Mexican brothel. Shit He's aiming for my clit.Master locked me in a rest stop glory hole. Said he'd be back in a few hours. It's been 2 days. Heard an ambulance yesterday. I wonder?More humiliation. Hubby ordered me to the park, find a 10" cock and beg for an ass. " Anything else " She asked, " remember I know how you boys think " Yes Miss I could smell, I think it was wee wee " His heart was beating almost clear out his chest, saying these words whilst the Headmistresses 'eyes never left his." STRIP " was the abrupt instruction, he did not want to , but it was not for him to challenge, he took off his clothes, at least for a few seconds he could avoid her gaze, and there he was naked in front of Miss H, his stubborn cock refusing to go down.Miss H. Aron was looking at him like this only because he thought he was looking at his husband. Damn, he needed to get used to his new body. It just felt like a too tight piece of clothing, if he could try to describe it. Or the world was suddenly too big like he was a kid walking in his father’s shoes. He was obviously drawing unnecessary attention and needed to tread more carefully.“You know what would help me?” he asked. “You telling me about the kind of guy I am.”That was a good start. What better. John and I think that dinner looks delicious and make ourselves a plate each. As I sit at the dinner table, I think about the sister of the female agent. I wonder if she is anywhere as beautiful as the agent. I get the agent’s concern as lots of families to have that one stupid child that can’t seem to find someone that is able to find someone decent to date, but instead they end up creating a baby and then arguing over who is going to raise the child with the woman usually the one who ends up.