Excitement.Spreading like wildfire.“I had already purchased this as a gift for my precious bitch.”Alarms sounding off.“It was to be a reward for...my darling bitch.”Disappointed dripping like tar from her owners lips.Hot.Baleful.Yet without raised voice.“You were making me so proud.”Gutted.“Now. Now I will help you make me proud again.”Cold sweat.“However, remember I am not without mercy.”Hope.“As always, your safe word is your armor, your escape.””Yes, Mistress.”Always that option.Assured many a. .. thinking about them dancing around shaking those rattles makes me miss music and my guitar. Of course, the strings would go eventually and there would be no replacement for them, but still..."Shrugging, he scanned the area for danger as he was wont to do every minute or so, before looking at Lobo. "No use getting maudlin. Ah, well, if I never hear music again it isn't going to kill me, and I guess you've never heard any at all, huh, Boy? I damn sure don't have time to spend playing my. I've tried to get my wife to let me send her photo in to one of the sites, but I have a better chance of winning the lottery. My wife just shakes her head in disgust when I park myself in front of the monitor and start drooling, but I have noticed that she never chases me away when I go looking for her with my brand new 'woody' courtesy of some sexy housewife or girl friend of a contributor to one of the sites. Like I said, the net sure has changed a lot of lives, but I never expected it to. He stopped flipping when he found a picture of a sexy, blonde woman. She held her body in a sensual position, her hips cocked, and her modest tits nice and perky. “Damn, I would tear that ass in two!” I said, casually feeling my hand drift for my crotch. “I know, I would so screw the fuck outta her!” Tom said, him too rubbing his crotch. He continued to flip back and forth between the pictures of hot- bodied women, talking dirty about them and increasing how vigorously we rubbed our crotches..