"Let's see it then" she replied confidently. "Don't wait to be asked again?" I thought, and I slipped my semi-erect cock out of my tracksuit bottoms. ...he cracked a subtle smile and took a drag on her vape. "Go on", she instructed.I started to stroke my now hard cock slowly, hoping for some further instruction, but she just continued to vape. After what seemed like an eternity she finally said: "do you want to touch me?".I didn't hesitate and slipped a hand up her pyjama top. I cupped a breast. She sat down on the couch and spoke, "you wanted to see me?" How was it? Is Alex good in bed?" It was ok, I faked it but he had a good time," she said, looking alittle distracted."Tell me, what do you think of Alex? As a boyfriend I mean, do think helooks cute?" Well I mean, I like him sure. We just had sex. But he's a little on thesmall side, I mean, his body and his penis..." Marie turned away, alittle embarrased."Hm, I see," the gears were turning in Marcus' head, "well isn't thatperfect. If she’s happy I don’t mind too much. She does the laundry — I don’t. If you’ve spent any amount if time in my wife’s company, you’re bound to have noticed. Also I know she’s more than just friends with Wendy, the college friend who first introduced me to her, but I’m not the sort of guy to be much bothered about that either. I’m hardly ever at home these days and what the eye doesn’t see the heart doesn’t grieve over. In fact I’d go so far as to say she wasn’t an entirely wholesome influence. I wondered if I would ever stand again.I was slowly filled with a conviction that she could read my thoughts. In my pain and growing exhaustion it seemed any thoughts of anger or rebellion could be sensed by her and would result in another terrible beating. My sense of identity became detached. My world focused on her and her club. That if my becoming her dog would lessen the pain started seeming a very logical choice.After several days of torture, when my behavior had gotten to a point were.