When I got to the first photo of her sucking a strange man’s cock I wasn’t surprised, but the strength left me and I dropped her phone. It landed...in my lap where the image of my wife, on her knees with another man’s hard dick in her mouth, stared up at me. That was when I realized how hard my own dick was. It was literally throbbing, tight against my pants, and aching to be touched. My mind in a fog, I found myself leaving the office claiming to be not feeling well. I sat in my car in. I smiled. "What if I don't want to go on after this weekend?" I said."Well, I think you will," she said. "But you don't have to. This is allabout having fun, you know. It's about the way it makes you feel, theway it makes you look." Hey, I don't know a lot about Mistresses, but I understand some of themcan be real ball-busters. They pretty much dominate their sissies, andthen they do all sorts of things. They fuck around on them. They causepain. They make them into domestics for life. Sweetie,. ‘Now you see why they’re called Cave Painters by the southern tribes,’ said Glade. She was pleased to see familiar signs of Cave Painter culture and was sure now that the villagers would conform to the moral codes and practice of the tribe. The Cave Painters greeted Glade and her fellow captives more with indifference than anything resembling friendliness, although there was mild curiosity at their crudely stitched furs. Their hunting tools were laid down on the ground and examined with poorly. Oops."So what's the real issue?" I asked."We want Addison to stay here at the ranch this fall. Brian, it's not fair to send her to a dormitory when we are here. I know she's your family and you feel like what we do here might get back to places we don't want it, but she is family. If Betts were in Bloomington, we'd want her and Allen and Maddie to live here. We all like Addison and she's blending in well with the group. Even on nude nights if you haven't noticed." She finally ran down."Rose," I.