Though older and more beefy these days, he was still a powerful man with big hands that could be balled into huge fists. He still sometimes preferred ...he ‘personal touch’ to the younger hired guns he employed. He reflected not long ago in this very room he’d made a powerful point with a fist. A young man with his girl friend had failed to succeed on a specific job. The botched job was irrelevant, a minor thing, the punishment was what mattered. After a few moments of desultory discussion he. Then I felt his hand slide up under my skirt, I opened my legs easily as his fingers caressed the front of my knickers, it was good. I was still rubbing his cock and as he rubbed me a little more I gasped. God I was simply gagging for it, then after maybe thirty seconds or so he moved.He slid off the sofa and knelt down in front of me between my legs, I opened them and he bent down and licked the front of my knickers, OH MY GOD, this was DIFFERENT, but incredibly on turning. After a minute I. And in quiet moments of retrospection I sometimes worry whether I'll be able to survive this with my sanity intact, much less my marriage and my relationship with my children. Those things are already under attack.All of that is true. And yet at the same time I find myself living a long time fantasy that I have repressed for most of my life. It turns out that the reality is every bit as exciting as the fantasy.Our problems started almost a year ago. My husband lost his job when the company that. I was torn. Although I had never thought of myself as ever getting satisfaction from sexually controlling a woman, I was feeding my cock to the hungry mouth of a bound woman and I was loving the feeling. The very fact that my mind believed this was wrong, made it feel that much greater. The feeling of being so far from my normal life and able to experiment was liberatingI watched as Michael pumped into Lisa from behind. I kept pace with his smooth rhythm, as I worked my cock in and out of.