He knows that forcing me to wear a tiny top that exposes my breasts a bit, or lets my nipples pop out “accidentally” is very humiliating for me. ...ut also, is very exciting. He has forbidden me to wear any undergarments. I no longer own a bra. He wants me to jiggle when I walk. He wants to see my nipples harden when I get aroused or excited. I must wear thin, clingy shirts that perfectly follow the contours of my breasts. I do have lovely tits and secretly enjoy showing them off, but it. "I pouted and sank to one knee. Stroking my semi-hard cock almost absentmindedly, I reached up with my left hand to caress Dawn's cheek and gave her my best puppy dog look. "C'mon. It's Saturday night..." I hummed. "This is Dawn and Ben time, not Dawn and study time. Tell you what: I'll help you wash your back."My soulmate's eyes glittered in both amusement and arousal as she looked at me. But with another dejected sigh, she shook her head and turned back to her book. "I'm sorry, babe, but not. This way everyone wins." She beamed with pride.I was horrified. I was going to be a prisoner in my own house and totally dependent on her. All while my wife slept with her lover -- a lover who wanted me dead. The only thing I could hope for was escape or for my wife to change her mind."Please don't do this to me," I cried. I tried to reach for her. I wanted to hug her and try to break through her cold fa-ade."Get back," she warned. "Look, it's the only way. If she finds you - finds out I lied,. Grace twisted the end between her fingers “What’s this – it’s fuckin’ huge”. I had never heard Grace swear; I helped her pull the black rubber butt plug out, to leave it quivering on the grass. Grace slid two fingers into Amy’s stretched butt hole.“Naughty girl – I love you. Now clean up your Daddy’s cock before he shoves it up my arse”. Grace didn’t need telling twice, her soft tongue was all over me, drinking down the white baby-making spunk.Even with her top half covered in the black Primark.