I've been given a thousand and one excuses. One was that having a baby demanding breast milk constantly makes a woman scared of having another baby. ...Birth control has never been an option (and maybe a good thing, with the way the hormones rage in this house at times). I'm glad the state paid for a vasectomy because that took care of one excuse, and it did help. Whether she is secretly off fucking other dudes or not, reasons she is giving me for being less comfortable with having sex with me. A simple wooden door lay just before the gate in the side of the passage.He opened the door and stepped into a small room that consisted of only a closet and a mirror. He stripped off all his clothes, revealing a body broad of shoulder, hard with muscle, and firm with confidence. Despite the atmosphere of growing excitement and concealed desire, he held his emotions in firm check, thus his cock remained flaccid and dormant. He would allow it to rise only when the time was right, when he would. She told him to get over to her and kneel. Karen watched with wide eyes as Kate pulled her fake cock out of her pussy and rubbed it on her husband’s lips and face. Kate ordered him to suck it and taste Karen. Scott felt dirty as he obeyed sucking his wife’s juices off the dildo. It was not different from the times he had fucked Karen with their glass dildo and Karen would tell him to lick the juices off. But this time Kate was taking it a bit further than the couple ever had. Kate ordered her. Colorful beaded necklaces hung around his neck and bracelets circled his wrists, ankles and upper arms. I felt the power from him. I froze as he spoke to the tribe, they reacted with chants and yells. Two men came forward and stood beside me, I shrunk away from them, my body pulling itself into a fetal position. At the word of the old man, the men each grabbed one of my arms and hauled me to my feet. They pulled me towards the large hut...and the tribe leader. I found myself dragged into the.