When Alicia was home and making supper he was deep in thought. Hethought how Sandy hadn't humiliated him in a while. He wondered ifshe was getting tir...d of the whole thing. In a perverse way hedidn't want it to end. He didn't know why but he was starting toreally enjoy it. He decided to shock her. When Sandy walked in he took a hold of her by the shoulders andgave her a big kiss. She didn't know what to do. He hadn't kissedher like that for so long that she couldn't remember when the lasttime. He started to rock his hips, pushing his penis into the small circle formed by my fingers. God, he was a sexy specimen.I looked over at Jim to see how he was handling this. I smiled at my loving husband and he nodded his approval. Curtis grew harder, longer and thinker in my tiny hand. His penis felt decidedly heavy. I studied his large black cock as he arched his hips forward and was intrigued by how the tiny slit at the tip would open slightly with each upward thrust, and close again as he. ) That way the dumpee sees the dumper's lousiness cataloged in black and white. Danielle started to cry. Mentally, I kicked myself and grabbed Danielle's hand as I offered my sincerest apologies for hurting her feelings. That's when she began to open up to me. It turns out there is NO HISTORY of BF's. Except for a short termed twelve-year old puppy love romance with a kid named Timothy nothing resembling love has ever crossed her path.My confidence in Julie's knowing everything about everything. I won't blame you if that's not a fetish of yours," Ms. Chancery replied."I'm not too keen on the idea of drinking piss, but I won't judge you for that interest. Just don't ask me to taste yours, okay?" Calahan said."I know, it would gross you out. Then again, I don't care if you drink mine. It's about humiliation for me. I like to swallow it myself as a sign of submission. I'm a masochist. Would you at least consider letting me drink yours some time? Think of it this way. I won't ask you to.