With his mouth, he was sucking my dick. With one hand, he teased my butthole. With the other, he teased my skin, rubbing up and down my smooth, shaven...legs. And then his finger started to force its way in. And yeah, it hurt, but, I concentrated on the present, and the future. His button-pushing finger made its way inside me, and held steady, as my breathing returned. I wasn't even aware I'd been holding my breath. Then he wiggled it, ever so slightly. It didn't hurt. In fact, it felt kind. I could hardly believe it… you know what dad’s like about them staying.”Friday afternoon when Andrea got home, I’d already packed the picnic and loaded it in the car. It was a lovely sunny spring day and she quickly changed into a summer dress and we drove to a stately home where, under a big oak tree, we spread the blanket and sat, the picnic hamper by my side. There were hardly any people around as I leaned back against the tree and Andrea rested against me. After a few minutes, I said, “I’ve. That's a nice looking dick you have. Blushing I didn't know what to do. Mr king pushed my legs apart and poured some oil on my them. As he massaged my thighs his fingers or thumb rubbed against my balls. Finishing up my legs he said, I think it's time to work on your stiffest muscle. Opening my eyes I watched him coat his hands with massage oil. My heart nearly stopped when he wrapped his fingers around my dick. I reached up to cover myself, but he pushed my hands away. Relax, he said. You're. You hated it and you craved it in equal measure. You saw the benefits of your training and you accepted you have become, in the space of only a few days, a much better wife and woman. I’m not going to say I’m sorry for making you obey the rules. That’s my job and what you agreed to do. I do want to tell you that I respect you for obeying them very well. You impressed me this weekend. You were willing to humiliate yourself in front of all your former classmates and sexually amuse me at the cost.