The plan would be set in motion tomorrow. I retired to my tent after the council meeting and my eyes widened with happiness as I saw Rayne laying ther.... “Rayne what...” I was interrupted as she held her finger to her mouth, urging me to be quiet. Then curling it, beckoning me to her. I crouched down next to her when she pulled my face into kiss her. Her warm soft lips pressing against mine. Instantly breathing deeper as our mouths parted. Tongues sliding against each other.“How did you get in?”. Please leave some comments so I can improve the story line better.======================================They say in the tales of old that the eyes are a window unto the soul; while a mirror is supposedly the revealer of all that is hidden away, showing to all who bother to look and understand the reality of what IS, not hidden away from us by preconceived perceptions and desires.So it is today that the very same mirror shows one image unto many in the little dress shop; the image of one who. Uncle Mitch took his cock in his free hand. He’d wound so much of the leash around his palm that his hand was snugged up against my throat, and he pulled my lips closer to his cock. I struggled, but his grip on the leash was too tight. I tried to push myself away again, even harder this time, but Uncle Mitch just steadily pulled on the collar until I thought I’d choke. And he didn’t stop until I stopped pushing. My throat hurt, and I was gasping for air. There was no other choice. I was going. I need my share of outlets, and I had to turn to wanking off myself for any sort of release.My wife, a staunch orthodox Roman Catholic, really disapproved of the habit. On the other hand, she did nothing about it. That was one thing about her that really pissed me off. That, and the fact that she wanted to raise the kids her way. The rest did grow up her way, but our eldest, Rachel, was more of a free spirit. She was the only one in the house who seemed to have any idea of her sexuality, and it.