We got there in plenty of time for the train schedule, and we were in London with time to spare. I guided Miss Catherine – sorry, I guided Catherine...on a route that passed a couple of interesting historical buildings, so she had something to gawk at as we walked.I kept my eyes open for questionable characters as we ambled along like tourists. No-one appeared to show any offensive propensities, so it remained a pleasant walk for the pair of us. Catherine several times took my arm, possessively.. She felt his balls tighten and his strokes speed upand knew he was near to coming. She enjoyed oral sex but never allowed anyoneto come in her mouth. He felt her try to pull away. "Oh no you don't, I'mgoing to come down your throat" he said and holding her head tight, stoodup, rising above her so his cock was angled down her throat and he thrust deepinto her throat as he shot his spunk into her. She gagged on his spunk but ashe held her tight she had to swallow and he held her tight for some. When he was completely hard again I began moving my stomach across it. Each movement caused him to jerk and squirm. "Feels like someone is hard again." I looked up and smiled at him. "That happens when you lay with a sexy woman such as your self." He grinned. "I'm thinking this needs to be taken care of. Besides, there's still an unused hole." I began stroking his cock with my free hand as he closed his eyes. "You're correct. Lay on your stomach," he ordered me as I let go of his dick. I rolled. So, laughing at his small penis arouses him and he likes it.Lest you think my husband is alone in this, do an Internet search for ?small penis humiliation? and you?ll be surprised at the hits you get.Anyway, that first day at work I couldn?t help myself and told one of my work friends about what was going on at home.We laughed so hard my sides hurt.Irene, my work-mate, found the whole idea hysterical.We agreed to go out after work and discuss it some more.We were at a table in a bar when I.