I stuck my tongue in it, fucking his belly button for a moment; sliding my tongue in and out, then moved lower. I kissed his crotch over his pants; I ...ould feel the heat of his hard cock under his pants. I pulled up and looked Tom in the eye.He mouthed, "Don't stop."I slowly undid his belt and pulled it through the loops. I ran my fingernails over the outline of his dick, still trapped in his pants. Tom pushed his hips up to meet my hand. The button on his pants came open easily along with his. "The Mistress just laughed a long tinkling laugh. "Don't worry Mistress Jane is only annoyed at the waste of that special liquid that you produced."On the floor to the side I noticed a young black slave girl was lying on the floor and I could see that she was looking at me with some anxiety. I suddenly had a premonition that I was going to be asked to fuck her. My erection was standing proud and I really needed some satisfaction, but my conscience was bothering me. I realised that the drink the. Besides, it was a moot point now that I'd been conditioned to accompany her to her various "gang bangs" and "train pulls". If nothing else, I've learned many new street terms for group sex.Another thing, even though my wife has had other men's babies, and may have others in the future, she has not expressed any desire to leave me. Dr. Richards told me that would be the case, and I must admit that too has pleased me so much.My wife has been very supportive also of my failures with the Stroke. ... He was finished ... empty ... sucked dry ...and his close-set eyes were blank and filmed-over with gratifyingexhaustion. Suddenly, the bald moron collapsed on top of her, feelingher insides still glowing with warmth around his softening penis....She seemed superhuman, her limbs still twitching and contracting inelectric sensation as he lay panting across her tensed body, until shetoo finally gave a last convulsive jerk and shivered to a limpstillness, her legs splaying out lifelessly on.