He had parked right beside me and our fingers brushed as we approached our vehicles. For an instant we both slowed and gripped each others' hand. Then...Mark was driving off and I was right behind him with my heart hammering in my chest the entire time.We drove to the Post Trailer Park, which rather surprised me. Mark was to later explain that the tiny Bachelor Officer's Quarters was completely full so Housing had set up trailers, two to a parking pad, for the single officers.We went in and I was. My wife and Joe had shared the ride to work together on a couple occasions and the frequent sexual conversation between them lead to their meeting. His wife wouldn’t be home and when my lil slut showed up at his house as planned any small talk was short lived. Calling her Pocahontas, his nickname for my wife, Joe motioned her toward him. My cock began growing as she rubbed it on her slick muff. “He’s a good kisser and seemed to breathe me in with each kiss,” she whispered. I asked what she was. I know the drill. Have fun on your vacation, and don't worry about the clinic. I promise not to attach more than one or two arms to peoples' heads or to saw off anything that looks very necessary."Laughing jovially, the two friends waved briefly to each other as Kentama took his luggage in hand and left the clinic. He glanced at his watch as he stepped out into the chilly November air. He had a half-hour before his train left. That would be plenty of time.He was irritated by the fact that he. The pain definitely had an effect on my erection. Thinking of being struck again, my mind concentrated on the pain I felt so as not to become hard again and receive another strike. However, just as before, Mistress follows correction with affection. She took my softening penis in her hand to gently stroke it, making it immediately hard again. She bent over and blew softly across the red stripe on my hardening flesh. The brush of air felt more erotic than any touch I had ever felt. "Soft or.