"Mmmmmm... well, this is a first," he murmured."Oh, this is just the beginning darling," cooed Julie, immediately crossing the room to him, running he... hands over his body and tugging at the zipper to his pants.Suddenly Bob looked across the room to the wall that was practically covered with mirror and saw to his astonishment that someone was making love through the mirror."Who's that?" he asked curiously, "is that a mirror, or what?" My sweet innocent," purred Julie, still tugging at his. In a short while she was looking at a page of male faces, each with its own eight digit number next to it. As there were no other details, she quickly scrolled down the rows and columns on the page ... occasionally stopping to look at a particular photo for a little longer. She was quite surprised: so many attractive men apparently looking for the same thing as she was! She knew that it was a highly subjective process, but there were a few men who she didn't find at all attractive: she wondered. I pointed the remote control at her and the remote control hit my watch. Her entire body went ridged. I must confess that part of my body did the same in a form of sympathy action.She had been concentrating on how much she hated me no doubt. Now all she could think of was how much pain she was in. A little pain is a wonderful tool for breaking the concentration. Beads of sweat appeared upon her brow as she thrashed about. The movement was like an elegant dance.“Can I expect you to be civil now?. On it was a bottle of nail polish. My toes were still done form the weekend so it was just a matter of doing my fingers. The instructions made me chuckle. It said, “Stuff your pussy and do your nails. While they dry you are to say over-and-over, in your female voice, 'My name is Harriet, and I am a cuckold.'”I sat down, taking the dildo up my “pussy”, did my nails, turned the little fan on to dry them, and repeated the line. After a couple of minutes of saying it, I started to wonder if anyone.