“I’d like to try a strapon with Bing. A big one.”The class laughed and whistled at this suggestion. It was such a contrast to Tuyen’s normally...somewhat formal personality.“So who does who?” asked the professor.“Bing’s going to be on the receiving end,” said Tuyen. “I’ve always wanted to find out what it was like to be on the other end of a cock.”“Okay, and what about the guys?” asked the professor. “Who has some ideas for some photos with the guys?”“Well, we haven’t had a chance to DP her yet.. Smiling, as he watched my cock throbbing and twitching, he'd go like that. "So, you see?" He'd say, "You have to EARN such a reward; an orgasm no less than a paycheck. Right?"Of course, I always agreed with him!But, eventually, there would come the moment (long awaited by both of us) where Richard would "allow" me to come. Having his "permission" was crucial. I understood that his permission was the very basis of our relationship in such matters. Richard always demanded total control over my. The meetings themselves went well. We're moving in the right direction." I'm proud of you, too. Keep up the good work. Try to get out to San Fran if you can." Bye, Darcy. I love you." I love you too."Two women married, and now one is gone to the other side of the country. I felt like a man without a home. I wanted to cry again, but just said, "Fuck it!" to myself and rolled over for another restless night. The morning came, and I put on my happy face. We had breakfast, and Marshal and Peggy. It’s hard to tell whether they were tears of release, glad that I would never be beaten by him again, or tears of loss for my husband. I suppose it must have been both, I had been terrified of seeing him again, but even at the end I could still see something of the gentle man I had fallen in love with.Again Sharri held me through my tears.“You’re going to need a new blouse if I get this one any wetter.” I tried to joke, Sharri tried to laugh with me but it was a bit half-hearted. I could tell.