Each time I move to adjust myself to my restraints Ifeel the edges of the G-string slipping over the base of the butt-plugthat my wife gently inserted...into me before she left some two hours ago.The gentle rubbing of the fabric transmits slight tremors along the shaftof the plug that stimulates my prostate. I feel the quivering begin againand even though I try to stop myself my hips betray me and I start togently tighten, then relax the muscles of my lower body. Beads of perspiration begin to. (No, I'm not going to say it. I already said two not so nice words in one day, which is my limit. Let's just say it's a very hot place.) and spent time traveling across the country. I happened upon a pleasant, small town with a lot of open spaces between homes. There was one house that caught my eye. Not so much the house, but the garden of beautful flowers and trees that surrounded it. The lady who lived there obviously had a green thumb. I admired the garden so much, I spent several days in. Another pass and I can’t help but move my hips. They change sound and I feel the buzzes on my skin. ‘Jim, you’re making me wet.’ In response, I feel the clippers deeper on my neck with each pass. He clicks them off, puts them down and combs my hair. I feel his icy hand on the back of my neck where the hair used to be. He turns the chair towards the mirror, and gives me a hand mirror. He lets me look at my new haircut, and then lifts the back of my hair. ‘Jim, I love it! A bob with. I can’t believe we’re even talking about this. Why are you bringing it up?”“I don’t know. Just curious, I guess. So which is it?”“I guess my fantasy is more to watch the woman I love get it on with another woman and with me. I really am not interested in other women for myself.”“So it is watching me get it on with a woman that excites you? What about with another guy?”“No! Not another guy. You know I’m the jealous type. I just figure that a woman is not the same as a man. I don’t really know.