As a final insult to my vanishing masculinity, he withdrew fully and shot the last few shots all over my face and hair, before using his glans to work...it into my pores and make sure my face was evenly covered in his warm and congealing goo. I meekly knelt before him and continued to gaze at his cock submissively while licking my lips to recover what was left on my chin. I had surrendered, admitted defeat, I was his now, and he was my master. SIX MONTHS LATER… Despite the terrible tightness of. I needed time to think. My legs and private areas still hurt. I was honestly hoping that it was all a dream or should I say nightmare. I was wondering exactly what John knew and how involved he was in this escapade.I was sure that he had sex with Mary, but did he know anything about what happened with me? If he set it up I would divorce him in a minute. He knew how I felt about swinging. I knew we had to talk when he came back to the room.I was sitting there having a cup of coffee when there. .."Well, unless what? But she had the answer to that one, too, and it was a doozy. It involved taking a very long run indeed around the end of the Federal bureaucracy that ruled so much of political Washington, but she had a proposal to cut through the b.s. with almost surgical precision. The more we talked about it the more I liked it as she spelled it out to me.It was working on one o'clock—4:00 p.m. on a Friday in D.C., she tartly pointed out—so I needed to get cracking if I was going to. I slide my feet back into my shoes as you pull into the full parking lot and park the car. Just before you can open your door I climb onto your lap.Squirming on you as I settle, getting comfortable, I lick my bottom lip with my eyes on you. My finger runs along the exposed curve of my tits as I grind on you more and more. I lean in and pull at your beard, kissing you deeply, biting your lip and pulling it with my teeth as I slide off your lap and out of the car, dragging you along with me. I.