I watched the city lights give way to the highway lights. After awhile, the van slowed down and things got darker. He was definitely taking me out of ...he city…somewhere, obviously secluded.My body stopped listening to me. It gave up. I was limp after struggling to turn around. My legs and arms gradually began to relax, to fall to the side, useless. I had strained so hard against the wrist cuffs that my hands were shaking on their own. I was sore. I wanted so badly to stretch, but the cuffs and. ‘Haha, you are fucking crazy!”, I replied. All it took was a few more suggestions of him wanting to see a picture of my cock for him to jerk off to. Next thing I knew I was sending pictures of my dick, raging boner, and then followed with videos of me jerking myself off. The next morning I was scared and wondering: “Am I bi? Will he tell anyone?” This went on for a few more months. I would get drunk and send him pictures and he would send me the aftermath of my pictures, him with cum all over. I started pissing without first speaking thinking she was asleep. She spoke to me with opening her eyes. She asked if I felt like going to eat. I said yes I'm hungry , lets hit Harpoon Harry's. She agreed she loves dinning outside on the deck there. It over looks the beach and they have live music.I got changed into a pair of tan shorts and a white golf shirt. I left off my boxers , I thought feeling the gulf breeze on my junk would feel nice. In a few minutes my wife came from the bathroom. She did not cower. She marched, her face set in a mask of determination.For a moment, Sar Syl Troel, Squad Leader of Squad 2 of the Third Platoon, grew annoyed at Subofficer Ububing of the Knottline Guard. The least the guard could do was help her with these two – but then Syl saw the Subofficer had her hands full dealing with Empress’an Audette and her companion, Ilzu, and just shook her head. Thankfully, Syl managed to catch Bena’s arm before the young girl could get past her. “We’ve got to.