“Ah! Ah! Yes, yes, yesssss!” your breath hissing between clenched teeth, your hips bucking impotently in the air as I continue to tongue and finge... fuck your pussy and arse in unison. I watch the muscles beneath the smooth skin of your belly rippling before my eyes, and a fresh wave of your sweet juices bathe my tongue as you climax. I still, my mouth clamped over your pussy and my finger in your arse as I wait for you to begin to come down. Sensing the tension leaving your body I straighten,. “Whats your name faggot?” I hesitantly answered “Tom sir.” He talked to his video “this faggot Tom thought he could flake on me, no one flakes on me! I’m gonna punish this bitch until he begs for more!” He proceeded to thrust his throbbing cock balls deep in my throat. He pounded my face like it was a pussy until I was a sloppy drooling mess. “Look at you Tom, you are a fucking whore!” He said with a slap to my cheek. “Tell me what you are.” He demanded “I am a worthless cock sucking whore. The feeling of helplessness was source of the feelings. I wanted to be captured against this steel grate in the darkness. There was no game that would result in that, and I couldn’t just ask my brothers to do it, so I needed to figure out a way to tie myself to the grating for a long period of time.I started roaming self-bondage sites on the internet and reading self-bondage stories. I experimented with several different release mechanisms and methods of tying. Since I wanted to use rope,. " Bye, honey, I love you." Bye, dear, I love you too. Have a good flight, I'll see you when you get home, I'll be honest with you dear, I won't be thinking of you tonight when I am being fucked, I hope you don't mind?" Are you kidding? I wouldn't want it any other way. Bye."I was smiling to myself. I have never spoken to my husband that way, and I am sure no other wife ever had either. In fact I could not ever recall that Bobby had ever called me one time and told me he loved me before he flew.