As we talked it over I came to the unscientific conclusion that I was probably more susceptible to Josh's skills as a dominant sex partner because of ...y already healthy sexual appetite. If I had not already been so fond of sex I might have been really traumatized by what happened that day. Fortunately, I discovered that I love being treated the way Josh treats women. The freedom I experienced from being forced to accept the role of a helpless submissive was mind bending. I never would have. When we had watched the movie we would read the stories and look at pictures in Penthouse. We would sit naked in our favorite position, me with my back against the head of her bed, with a pillow behind me with my legs open and knees drawn up, and Bobbie sitting between my legs with her back to me. Bobbie would read the graphic stories aloud and I would look over her shoulder at the pictures. In this position I could put my arms around her and finger her sweet little slit and fondle her. In the end, Isis simply added oil to it and ran both hands round it. Then, with one hand round my balls, squeezing them very gently, she stroked with me with the other hand. Her timing was exquisite, even if I lasted somewhat less than a minute. Isis built and timed the climax of her actions virtually precisely to mine, and I watched the spurt hit the ceiling with two bursts, and then go on to produce more fluid than I ever had before -- it must have been the final insertion of a well-oiled. That hot pepper is paying off a little, she lets it go. I can see my wife wants to offer to help, but if she does the Bitch will use it as an opportunity to needle her about how weak she is.The meal turns out perfect. It had to, I can’t afford mistakes now.We can’t afford mistakes now.From my wife’s expression, she’s caught the subtle message, the question I’m asking. She takes an extra glass of wine, eyeing me over the rim. Her eyes are storm cloud grey, the color of steel, the color of gun.