’ ‘What baby?’ she asks. ‘I’m at the clinic. I can’t just masturbate.’ ‘Elijah, I’m at work, I can’t discuss this right now.’ �...Well what am I supposed to do.’ Her voice goes low on the receiver. ‘Just think about last Friday. I really can’t talk. Have a good day baby.’ She hangs up. I guess masturbating at a clinic qualifies as a good day in most men’s books. I close my eyes and try to envision my wife standing naked before me. The picture changes to her undressing and just as she gets to her. My head was spinning, I could do what I liked with Beryl and she was well up for it ‘right lets see what you look like, pull down your knickers and show me your cunt’ I gasped as she slowly licked my bell end clean of pre-cum. Beryl showed no hesitation and slowly began sliding her knickers down, my cock jumped as her tight puckered arsehole came into view and then her hairy cunt. ‘Open your legs a bit more. I want to see all of your cunt’ I ordered, again she did exactly what I said, and. How much pain could a spanking with a feather cause? What wasthe point? She started to laugh again, not so much from the humor butfrom her nervousness. Anxiety sometimes caused her to break out into fits of laughter. It had gotten her into big trouble at a funeral onetime. And she wanted nothing like that now. She reached down to pinchher thigh until the pain was big enough to chase away her nervouslaughter. The pain and the efforts at self control caused her to not notice that her Dom was back. "Bud carefully turned Betty on to her back and mounted her in the 69 style, putting his head between her lovely thighs. Betty looked up and saw his dangling balls. She carefully reached up and touched the sac. She grasped his balls, moving them gently about with the forefinger of her right hand.Bud lowered his face slowly to her crotch, sticking out his tongue as he went. He brushed his broad tongue across the pubic hair above her clit, and then pushed his tongue down into the upper folds of.