I love that gradual feeling of spunk rising – the whole process probably takes about 5 minutes, as She gets me more and more worked up. It’s not a... instant thing, like rubbing which although you can slow down, it’s impossible to stop spunk cumming when it’s ready, particularly if you’re like me and She’d make me cum just looking. Pants-spunking is a process that gradually builds and builds to a pants-wetting crescendo. It’s also a real worship thing, to tell a girl that I only have to look and. A chef would tell him that he was turning the meat more than necessary but Patrick would say that that too was the cook's privilege.That wasn't what was making Bill smile though. No, what was making Bill smile was the sight of Patrick's wife Josephine clad in a brief bikini standing behind him, her spectacular 38-inch C-cup breasts pressed into his back and side as she rubbed her cloth-covered pussy into his thigh while she masturbated her husband's 8-inch cock once she had freed it from his. A small finely wrought padlock held a tiny key.This was terribly important. My studies of S&M meant I knew the implications clearly. I lifted the wider chain, speechless, heart thumping, and without hesitation placed it around my throat. It was a collar, not a necklace, and it spelled not so much a change, but a full confirmation of our relationship. Holding the collar in place with one hand, I dropped the padlock into Margaret's open palm. A Bach cantata played softly, ethereally, adding to. Nothing really unusual about that. A lot of good officers help their men in ways like that, but somehow John seemed to really care. He finally showed me that I had only two real choices. Either I could leave the army and go back to school to finish what I had started. Or, I could decide to make the army a career in which case I should try to compete a degree and go to OCS to become an officer.” Don stopped and smiled. “He seemed to think I had real leadership qualities.”Emily broke in to his.