This was the second remote for the height adjustments and also had an unknown button on it. Mounting all the shackles in place, I opened them then pla...ed the keys over by his chair as well. Then, I got the cock gag out and put it in place on the wall so that it just needed lifted and fastened into place. Next, the chair was turned to be facing the contraption I installed while he was gone. OH! In case he wants these! I put the nipple/clit clamps, playtime-whip, and blind fold by his chair as. We went from having sex a few times a day, down to once a week. The last year of our marriage, I was lucky if she did me a favor and gave in once a month. Divorce was imminent and eventually I couldn’t take it anymore and told her I wanted out. She didn’t protest and we had as amicable a divorce as possible, 6 months ago. She didn’t even object to joint custody of our son. I had him every 2nd week. Yesterday had been especially memorable. Two women that I had met from online chatting had. Once more, she felt her pleasure rising, yet softly and steadily unlike the manic rush before. Her walls contracted, quivered around his hot shaft. She felt it harden in response, stretching her further and further.Then she peaked, gently this time, her clit throbbing softly under his finger. Her pleasure ebbed for a moment before rising once more until she peaked again. Wave after wave of tiny, gentle orgasms rippled through her and over his shaft, and she felt him swell and quiver in. And the jacket that she had worn up top, which was buttoned at its only buttonhole ... was ALL she had worn up top. There had been no blouse visible at the lapels of the jacket and, the way the chest area of the jacket had been undulating, there had obviously been no bra underneath either.Yvonne had sat down in front of Carl and, crossing her legs slowly and grandly--à la Sharon Stone, flashing to him the fact that there was no covering of any kind under her skirt between Carl and Yvonne's.