My only concern was how he was when I’d ask him to have sex with other ladies. He did but he was always nervous, a bit uncomfortable and way too tec...nical. Not like with me. He was antsy and jealous when I had sex with other guys, not as much with other ladies. I allowed him two days of regularity, Monday and Tuesday, along with one other day every other week of his choosing. No rules, expectations or anything, we were husband and wife. This also applied when my non-BDSM friends or his friends. What was now apparent to Olive was that it wasn't safe for her to stay here.Although she'd not even begun recovering from her ordeal, Olive struggled to her feet and squeezed her pale blue-bruised frame into her torn tee-shirt and denim shorts and retrieved the battered old cheap plastic handbag that the fuckers had so considerately left with her. It still had all the stuff that a woman always needed that no man had any use for, like lipstick, tampons and condoms. However, it no longer held her. She was definitely becoming aware of her sexuality, because she always wore more delicate and taller shoes than her younger sibling, which further emphasised her slender figure and had the added advantage of making the muscles of her calves tense which further enhanced the gorgeous shape of her legs. In short, she almost looked like something off a “St. Trinians” film set – just without the visible stocking tops!One day in early summer I was just going down stairs, but the sight through my open. Here’s what it all cums down to – meeting the other guy, would you like him, do you trust him , what do you talk about, how to start, and probably 100 more doubts come into your mind. When your hard and excited watching videos, reading stories or looking at photos of some hot cocks that you would go right down on at that moment, you never look at their face, only their cock.Now here’s the solution to the problem, I don’t know why it has taken me so long to figure it out, I just want a cock and.