Then, running his fingers through his thick, white, sticky jizz, he would bring those fingers to his lips and feel the slick texture before closing hi... eyes and imagining it was the cum from a cock he had just brought to orgasm, and tasted it on his tongue.Jay knew this wasn’t the kind of think he could talk about openly with anyone, and that seemed to make it worse. He wanted to experience it for real, he craved it, but how, where could he fulfill this overwhelming needs?When a friend asked if. As soon as she left I took the DNA test of our children and me and rang to my partner's wife who came and took the kids to their house. A few minutes later my partner and two of our friends came in his friend's car. On the road I mailed the padded envelope with the tests and got a feeling that now I was on the road without return.On the road we made our plans on how to act and choose the simplest possible solution. I should do all the talking and if Sarah's date and his friends remained sitting. She had practically been on top of me and followed me out of my bedroom. A red flag was thrown across the barren landscape of my rapidly awakening mind. There is simply no excuse for a woman to be willingly clinging to me in my bedroom. Something was very wrong here.Buying time I piped up. "Uh gunna be a minute. Could you wait in the other room?" Genius, pure morning genius. Though she did storm out slamming the door which was half the point. Of course, now I had an angry woman in my apartment. From the shower Cindi was led to a surgical looking chair. It looked like the chair that they would use to deliver babies. She sat high, with her legs wide apart and arms by her side. George put a chair in front of her cunt. He then locked her legs in place and tied her wrists to the arms of the chair. Cindi’s heart started to pound as she was going into the unknown again. With that George left the room leaving her there to stew. It was just another part of their control that she was.