She looked at me and said, " I don't know how we did that. I thought you just liked women like I do. I don't want to see him again, just you. Please A...n don't make me do that again. Please don't have sex with him anymore, I want your... your... pussy to be pure for me. I don't want it to taste of a man's... stuff." I lied outright when I promised I'd keep my pussy just for her. There was no way I was going without cock, not for her, for anyone. But then I said, " Anyway Lena, Nigel didn't use. DoI make myself clear?” I nodded yes. I was glad that he managed to merge safe bondage with thistrip. I wrapped my arms around him as the engine roared to life, and was rewardedby having my fingers taped together. I'm sure I could easily break it if wecrashed or anything – I would be bound more by will than by bonds, withthe tape being used as evidence. We rode off, with him warning me ahead of time which way to lean for theturns. I had no idea where we were – I'd never been to Baltimore. My wife then undid my pants and pulled them down exposing my cock aimed straight at her face. She wrapped her right hand around the throbbing meat and stroked it up and down. Our eyes made contact as I was enjoying the pleasure of my wife masturbating me. She had her right hand on my cock and her left hand was rubbing her love whole through her panties. She bent over and kissed my cock.That was nothing new. She often kissed the head but what happened next surprised me. Opening her mouth. I'd already invited her family over for theIndependence Day bash I was planning. "No, I haven't heard anything today.What happened?" I asked."Russell Lingaard was shot!"Russell Lingaard was the conservative radio show host that Erica liked sowell. She'd been encouraging me to listen to his program, but the mid-daybroadcast conflicted with my work schedule and listening to the radio on thejob was frowned upon."Who did it?" I asked, interested but not agitated."Warstrike!"Now I got.