Listen to this you dirty bastard."A shocking sound, like a thirsty dog on a hot day, filled his ear. Peter began to rub between his buttocks as he lis...ened to the tongue, lap-lapping busily in her crack. It paused for a moment and a deep voice moaned; "Mmmm she tastes so good." Really?" Oh yeah, sat on my face, cum dripping down... yummmmmmmmmmm" The man's tongue went about it's lewd business once more and Peter licked at the receiver as though he too could savour the slippery juices."Fuck you,. My wife kept trying to get all of him into her mouth and throat but he was now growing too big. He shifted his position so that his knees pressed into her shoulders. Her head was tilted back and her face was between his thighs, his nuts swung from side to side bouncing off of her nose as she continued to stroke and suck his cock. He was starting to thrust gently into her mouth and likely into her throat, she seemed to be enjoying it despite his size.He leaned forward putting his face near her. It rested against my stomach, flaccid and soft.She looked into my eyes again, "Don't say a word," she said again, then slowly bent down and took the head of my penis into her mouth. And then more of it, until she'd taken it all deep inside her mouth. Her mouth was warm, and wet, and I could immediately feel my cock start to harden, to expand in her mouth.She pulled at the head of my cock with her closed lips, stroking her tongue into the little slit at its end. Then her head began to move up. That is one of the most important things I have found to be a key point in BDSM; the trust and devotion between myself and my Master, the affection and constant reassurance that everything was okay, and that there were no doubts or regrets, or something that I might have been uncomfortable with.By Friday when I was getting ready to go home there was a deep longing within me to stay; I had grown fond of what I had experienced, grown fond of the man I was working with, but above all else, I was.