Do you? She just giggled. Coffee finished, I said let's go clean up. I got it, you go shower she said. Try out the new bathroom it's finished. Finishe... I said, nice. After my shower I wandered back into the bedroom, she was still watching the tv. Are you watching Jim destroy that doll again I said without looking. No something else. I looked up then and saw myself as I inserted my cock into that dripping pussy. Then sure enough five strokes later I emptied my sack in it. My wife raised her. Returning to my bag I next removed some fishing line (About 8 lbs breaking strain, I think), then proceeded to fasten one end to the hole I had drilled in the clothes peg on her left nipple. Pulling the line tight I feed the line through the chair back to the hole in the clothes peg on her right cunt lip, and then back to her right nipple peg before finishing it off by taking it to the left cunt lip peg. I then pulled the line taut, noticing the degree of pull on her nipples and cunt lips. Even my Master or Mistress could be called up on charges if I was seen to be badly damaged or if I was killed. Of course if the latter happened then I wouldn't be worried about having them up on charges. Except that by stopping them at the (hopefully) first victim they will be much less likely to have a second victim.But maybe I'm just dreaming because that is what my therapist says is the hope behind bringing people (sponsors, 'cause concubines aren't people) up on charges will work toward. Of. “You have a nice cock, Gary,” Melissa whispered, her lips barely touching the tip of it. Gary squirmed a little; her finger was touching his sphincter. “Would you like me to suck it for you?” she continued. He moaned against the dildo in his mouth, hoping that would be enough to encourage her to suck him off. “Would you like to feel my warm wet pussy squeezing your cum from your cock?” she said teasingly. Gary was focusing on Melissa’s hands and teasing questions and suddenly realized that.