I'm a bit drunk with the power of it. He keeps licking after I'm done, but I can sense his unhappiness. I crawl around to his side and rest my head on...his chest. I want to look him in the face, to read his eyes. But I am half afraid of what I might see and I also don't want him to read mine, to learn how close I am to crying and begging forgiveness. "That was pretty mean of me." He says nothing. He could release the ropes, but he either has to wait for the three hours to be up or for me to. (Damn it! I'd left my manual at Helen's.)"There... ! Yes! Oh, yes there! Baby... Do that! Oh fuck! Honey, just a little faster, ummmmmmm. Yeah!"Gyrating her pelvic region like a washing machine gone mad; her fingers squeezing her breasts, then pinching her nipples, she moaned deliriously, completely enthralled in sex crazed lust. Bubba was forgotten for the moment. Helen decided to help her cause even more by issuing further instructions to me."No, Baby, don't stop! Ohhhh! Yes, yes... Yes! Fuck. When she removed his cock, it bounced from his pants, rigid and heated. “So you like this, too?” she said.“Yes,” Jack said. “I can’t explain it, but I do.”“Am I really going to go in there?” she asked.“Don’t you want to?”“Yes! And no!”“We could leave,” Jack said. “Is that what you want to do?”“Yes! And no!”“You’d be relieved.”“A bit.”“But disappointed.”“Yes,” she nodded, “I think so.”“You want his cock?”“Yes,” with maybe the slightest blush.“Deep inside you?”“Oh god, yes.”Jack took his wife by. .. so stupid and this is where the problems begin.. well they have these things in school called challenge day..... where people open up there feelings to make them feel comfortable in school and i opened up that i was gay... and i thought there was no repercussions........ well lets just say i struck out next week i lost friends, i was a loner, i got dirty looks from everybody, and i am an A student.. but believe me its one thing to get teased about your smartness.. but when your smart and.