I had never thought about giving a blow job. I had never had a conscious homosexual though before but at that moment I wondered why I had not. There w...s something raw and primal about it. The feeling of the soft spongy head juxtaposed with the hard granite shaft as it slid in and out of my mouth was wildly erotic. His fresh musky scent as my nose pressed against his pelvis while his cock slid down my throat was intoxicating."How about you Honey, did you ever suspect your husband was a closet. Fightingto keep my patience, and stay with the scenario I had planned for the lastweek, I waited again, practically drooling over the beautiful, helpless formstretched in front of me.? Finally Iunbuckled the strap holding her right ankle to the foot of the bed and pulledher leg up and over until I could re-fasten it to the same bolt holding herwrist. Theleft leg received the same treatment and then I could tighten both straps untilher ankles almost touched her wrists. Standingback, quivering. She was VERY wet. Knowing hed made her so wet so easily just made him harder. Suddenly he sat up, removing his hand from her panties and releasing her hands. In one swift movement he grasped her shirt and ripped it in half. She gasped, startled by his action and embarrassed that half of her was now completely naked, her perky breasts exposed to him. Much better he said with a smug look on his face. He grinned at her and grabbed her wrists again, pinning her back down. Leaning over her he. He was quite an elderly man, with a distinguished record of service in his native archipelago nation of Indonesia. He held a doctorate in international law; his beloved wife was a medical doctor, specializing in childhood diseases. They had long mourned the wide-spread poverty in the remote, rural areas of their nation. Poverty, ignorance and isolation afflicted millions of their people with malnutrition and disease. Few could afford even rudimentary health care. Most suffered and died without.