I knew that being protected by the sheath would make it more sensitive to touch than a man’s penis. I stayed away from direct touching until more o... the cock was out and I saw pre-cum forming on the tip. I used it as lubrication and stroked his cock for the first time. I took pre-cum as it escaped and well lubricated him and continued to stroke him. With a good 3 to 4 inches out of the sheath, I bent over, lowered my head to his groin, and put my tongue to the tip of his cock. The tip had. Is that clear?I nodded, having lost my voice somewhere. Aunt Susan bent forward andgrabbed my chin. Hard.- Answer me, slave! Do you understand!- Y..yesss, Aunt Susan...I.. Yes, M.. misss... Mistress!There. I had said it. Mistress.- Good. Now put your hands behind your back and start paying homage to ourMistress. Lick my shoes!Her shoes...? She extended her right foot towards me, and in a daze Istarted to kiss and lick her high heeled, black pumps. Leather and polish,and the distinct aroma of. I opened my side of the door and pushed the second door. Locked. I could hear movement and thought it was lucky I didn't manage to open it. I saw a crack around the frame and peeked through at my neighbour. My heart stopped. My dick grew. It was her. She was emptying her case and putting her clothes away. I watched her and stroked my throbbing cock. She placed some clothes on the bed. Put her case in the corner and moved over to the mirror which was directly infront of me. She looked at herself. " Why do you think that there is something wrong with you?" Why else would Denise have left? We had a great marriage — at least I thought we did — and I loved her and I was sure she loved me. Our sex life was great and there was no indication of any unhappiness or dissatisfaction with me at all. We celebrated our eighth anniversary three days before she took off. She gave me a fifteen hundred-dollar Rolex with "Love you forever" engraved on the back for an anniversary present. The morning of.