I whimpered, burying my face in his neck and I nibbled and kissed the soft skin.His pace was slow, sensual, almost teasing. My wrists fought desperate...y against the cold cruel metal as my body convulsed in pleasure. I wanted more than anything to latch my fingers into his hair and relish in the way he was pleasuring me. His fingers dug roughly into my hips. One hand was brought to my face, grabbing it and joining our lips, causing me to completely lose my train of thought. I continued to moan. My thoughts of ending my life were vague, unfocused, and I think I knewdeep down I would never follow through on them. But Denise was clearly adifferent story. "My God," I said. "You really are serious about this." Sure am, buddy," she said with a slight grin. "Life sucks, and then youdie. Why not shorten the 'sucks' part and get to the final act asquickly as you can?"I understood the sources of her pain pretty well. But I did a good jobof masking the cause of my own sorrow until one evening. " The group soon broke up with each woman returning to work. When Ruth got back to her desk she continued to think about what Lisa had told them and thought, "Could it be true?" Then she thought, "I wonder if it works over the phone? And if anyone can use the control words?" After more thought, she said, "Let's find out." She called Kevin on his office phone and when he answered, Ruth said, "Sissy boy." There was silence, and then Kevin said, "What do you desire?" "Who are you?" "I am Sissy. Eyes that aren’t your eyes stare deeply into the azure blue of your wife’s pupils, watching them dilate as her arousal increases. Her breathing is shallow; her body undulates with pleasure as her lover’s hands move back to play with her nipples, and the mouth that isn’t yours moves upwards, exploring and marking conquered territory with a trail of soft kisses along her neck and the underside of her chin. Sensual probing finds new erogenous zones, the mouth pausing only to savour the aroma of.