I married Helen in 1956 when I was eighteen and stupid and we were married just a little over seven years. The marriage ended when I came home from wo...k early one day and found her playing hide the sausage with the asshole who was supposed to be my best friend. The divorce was a very bitter one and the custody fights over the three kids went on for the next ten years with neither of us willing to give an inch. Helen usually prevailed because the court system was loaded in favor of the woman. Suddenly all of my senses were overloaded as fingers continually rubbed and tweaked my nipples while another set entered my vagina, moving and sliding against my insides as her mouth made its way up to my clit. Once she clamped onto it, her tongue would occasionally flutter over the top and I saw an explosion of stars as I began to buck against her face. I thought it would never end, or maybe I didn’t want it to, but whatever it was, hopefully it wouldn’t end anytime soon. Eventually it did. ‘You must have been doing something else in L.A. besides wrestling Taniguchi to the ground to make him sign the contract!’ I laughed, thinking, If only you knew… There was a pile of work awaiting me, and I dove into it whole-heartedly. Lots of calls, lots of memos kept me busy and the hours flew by. Every time Sasha crept into my head, I had a wide range of issues to distract me. The afternoon passed and I called Dylan. ‘Oh, God, it’s been a zoo today. I never can leave for more than a day. She will accept and take everyone tonight.’ He then looked at her and spoke to her directly, ‘are you willing to accept our rules, Are you willing to be my submissive, whenever, wherever and however I choose and with who I choose, will you obey my every-word as your dominant and be punished for any indiscretions you make.’ As he was saying this, he was watching what I was doing. My hips were bucking slightly, as my cunt oozed juices and my nipples continuously leaked milk. ‘Yes daddy, I accept.