Knowing what to do here, (it is my job, after all), I grab a hold of his loincloth and pull it down, finally freeing his appendage, allowing me to fin...lly see it. It is a veritable monster, bigger than any I’ve ever worked with before. It’s at least three hand-breadths long, maybe even four. In imperial inches, it would be ten or eleven. A small sob escapes my throat as I realize what kind of damage a club like this could do.“What are you waiting for? Suck me like the whore you are!” he growls. Slowly I looked around. I was kneeling on a metal table, my shackles fastened to rings at the sides. My owner seemed good humoured, smiled at me, as I discovered that I was able to kneel with little help from him.“I can see why you prefer ferals.” The other man laughed, and I heard him walk behind me. This made no sense either, but I didn't care. It would soon be over. Metal clinked on metal, steps behind me. Without warning a hand between my legs. I flinched. Something touched my pussy-lips.. .. in the kitchen... in the shower... we were perfect together," she ended with a wistful tone in her voice."What happened," I prompted after she'd remained silent for seconds."It was crazy. We loved each other... but we were ashamed. Both of us. We couldn't talk about what we were doing, what we were feeling. It was guilt and shame and a hundred other things," she said sadly. "We started to have little arguments... over nothing. At first they'd just be small outbreaks that we'd end by making. Peter loved to share his hot wife, something he had done for a couple of decades, with pleasure. Together they had fantasized and then fulfilled many of those fantasies. They enjoyed having friends join them for sex. Kitty liked to bring her cum filled pussy home for him to bury his face in. One of the things they had in common was they both love oral sex! After a couple of hours of petting pleasure, Kitty and Peter headed for home. They wanted to make the night last as long as possible so had.