The bottom line is just to see the psychiatrist a few more times, and then monitor my mood swings.”“Jessica, we’ll talk before I go home, if tha...’s OK?”“Sure! Tiger, I assume it’s OK to share everything?”“With Bethany? I don’t think there’s anything she doesn’t already know!”“Steve, could we use the sauna?” Bethany asked. “I’m a bit stiff from the ride.”“Sure,” I said.Ten minutes later my wives, Elyse, Bethany, and I were relaxing in the sauna as it filled with steam.“How is your practice. “Want another spin, Aunt Cindi?”“Better not drop me!”“OK,” as he tried to make me dizzy, his hold under my cuff.“I’m slipping!” my damsel role.“I won’t drop you,” him the gallant knight, the edge of his hands far enough under to touch my panties.The Escape“So, Aunt Cindi, what you do is get like this,” parking me on all fours. “You try to escape.”“From what?”“From me,” kneeling beside me, one hand on my elbow, the other around my ribs. “If you do, you get a point.” reaching around to my. “What was that about?” someone asked. If only they knew…As the class ended, she stayed, obediently, looking a little frightened, but mostly clueless, as the last of her classmates left the room. “So,” I said finally, walking up to her as we were by ourselves. Out of the corner of my eye, I read her name on one of her college books on the desk. “Olivia,” I said, “looks like you spend quite a little bit of time in the bathrooms with your pens...”She didn't reply, but instead looked down. He smiled and furtively fished his cock out, greeting the head with a moist thumb, teasing the slit, running it down the shaft before gripping it hard, pulling it free from the constricting denim to stand proud. Public masturbation had never occurred to him yet he acted on impulse, giving himself time to enjoy the sensations building in his balls. His imagination conjured scene after scene of erotic images in a sexy slideshow; the nubile little bitch who lived two doors down, on her knees,.