Tommy gazed at his cock and tried to pretend that the prickhead was clamped in his girlfriend's lips. His cock-knob flared and his pisshole parted. A ...ew drops of slime bubbled out, frothy and milky on the purple meat. Tommy felt his balls, squeezing gently, then folded his hand around the root of his cock. He began to frig himself up and down, slowly, his fist skimming over the thick shaft. When he pumped back toward his balls, his cockhead flared out wide, throbbing. Jerking his own prick. She had on a girdle type contraption that pushed her C cup breast up and onto a shelf for easy viewing by all. Likewise, she wore red stocking that had a built-in waist band and left her shaved pubic area and ass completely exposed. But most shocking and unexpected, she was barely able to walk, due to the ultra-high heeled hobble shoes that nearly pointed her toes like ballerina!!! They were strapped firmly around her ankles and lower calves with leather straps that locked the contraptions. The next day Jenna went to a nearby adult store. She bought several cuffs, collars, ropes, chains, clamps, gags, dildos, vibrators, whips, paddles, and canes that she took with her. In addition she purchased several pieces of bondage furniture and cages that she was going to have delivered to the lake house. She knew that the large empty attic that had served as a play room for her when she was a little girl would make the perfect dungeon.Two days later everything was ready. She pulled out her. I think I married him because he was the first man I fucked and I felt it was the right thing to do. Things got pretty vanilla fast and I found myself increasingly bored.My husband had a friend he did business with. This man was forty and I was 28. He was your typical salesman. He was outgoing, gregarious, flirtatious, fun to be around, the real life of the party. We would go out with him when he came to town. He flirted and paid a lot of attention to me, while my husband just got drunk. I.