" Sure, Dad. Alright then, good night."John went through his clothes and pulled out a pair of work jeans and an old T-shirt, took a shower and went to...bed. His dad was right. It would probably be a long day.The next morning, John got up, grabbed breakfast and head over to Mrs. Smith's place and knocked on the door at exactly 8. Mrs. Smith opened the door in a pair of yoga pants and a sports top struggling to hold everything in, but showing everything off all at the same time.Mrs. Smith looked. My first touch of another man's penis was all it took to open my eyes to my sexual preference. My sexual ignorance may have made a disaster of my wedding night but with the mayor, I knew what I wanted and that was to feel this man inside my mouth. The manly aroma from his groin and his slightly salty taste was driving me to a fever pitch but what I wanted was a taste of his sperm. When he came I was ready and as I felt his manhood twitch I closed my mouth around him not wanting to lose a drop.. I heard the familiar clang of the buckles and the chains. If only I could see myself. If only I could see the look on his face. ‘My goodness, you are beautiful,’ he said as I heard him attach the last chain to the ankle of my second foot. ‘I will have these visions of you like a photo album imbedded in my mind forever.’ Now I could understand why he held off giving my lips and the tight opening between my legs the attention they were begging for earlier. His touch wouldn’t have been quite as. Well, I was only half right, but still better late than never.He made the usual expected appeals to my patriotism, sense of duty, etc and I in return appealed to his own sense of self-preservation ... leave now or become ballast at the underwater end of our towed 3DS3 array. He used the words, "emergency" and "critical national security" a lot, but I had been to college and in the Navy myself and knew some big words too. Like "bilge", "twaddle", "bullshit" and (my favorite) "No and Hell.