I couldn’t help but stare at it as he gave it slow, full strokes. He let me stare at it for what seemed like 30 seconds before he spoke. “You need...it. Don’t you?” he said. I nodded, too ashamed to look at his face. “Say it,” he commanded “Tell me you’ll do whatever I want.” I felt two inches tall. This man had seduced me and turned me into a queer slut. He belittled me in everyway imaginable, assured me no one would ever want me, and it seemed even he was rejecting me. I needed his cock. I was. Again an areola had to be dealt with. By the time the three clamps covered the darker tissue, one each alongside the nipple and one directly on the nipple, the shoulder muscles were pushing her slightly off the table. I knew she was trying hard to endure, but reflexes are hard to control. The remaining row of clamps across and down the side of the left breast was uneventful. The pains of the previous applications were dampening out the remaining feelings. With the excess chain unused, I let it. Candy may have played with her cousin and some neighbor girls but Jessica set about teaching Candy the real thrill of oral sex. It was a delightful task. She mouthed the young vagina and titillated the folds of skin in the charming cunt with her tongue. The girl was a limp rag by the time Jessica lifted her mouth from the valley in front of her face. Candy was a greedy child and recovered fast. She set about doing everything to make Jessica feel as good, as she had made her feel. Jessicas. As usual I retired to bed and later that night I was awakened by my wife getting into bed. I was too tired to even look at the clock. She kissed me on my shoulder and I slipped back into u*********sness.I did not know it at the time but from that night on, my wife, Ava and Sam all shared a common secret, I was now a cuckold. For the next couple of years, one night a month, my wife and Ava went out shopping, always coming home very late and I never suspected a thing.My wife seemed to be maturing.