I crawled into bed and tried to get comfortable, when he strutted overtucking his son into bed. This meant that my opened eyes were focused on hisdick...while he tucked in the sheets. Without thinking too much about itthere was some dumb game we played during sleep overs. While he held thechain which pull his bedlight on and off, he would ask me to pull the chainand turn the light off. This was code for pulling his penis the same time hepulled the chain and it would seem that his penis did it. . When are you going to arrange that party?" It's not for me to arrange. It is usually the grandparents' privilege to do so. After all they will know us all well enough to make sure, that they invite the right people. But they will probably make it for the upcoming weekend, dinner Saturday and then through breakfast Sunday." So soon?" Or so late. You know, really we ought to announce our engagement at the party, and I'd give you the ring at breakfast Sunday, but since we have rushed this a bit,. "And is this part of your business very lucrative?"MC leaned forward again, as she had earlier, and once again put her hand on my knee. I felt the warmth of her touch once more as she said to me, "It certainly is my dear. Let's just say I live a very comfortable lifestyle, and don't have to put in many hours to enjoy it. And my overhead is relatively low - a room in my house, some soundproofing, some toys, and that's about it."I now realized why her calling me "dear" made me feel a little. So once again, I ask my question: would you like to hurt me, Mr Pendrill? Would it excite you? Would it turn you on?" Yes, mam," he replied truthfully. "It would."Cecily considered the reply carefully. "I've explained that I have a powerful sexual drive. I expect my conjugal to be attentive. I expect him to fuck me frequently - twice a day, I said - and he must masturbate whenever I ask. I like that, Mr Pendrill: watching a man play with himself and waiting for him to erupt across my tits, my.