Finally my tongue gave out and I had to quit. "I got to quit. Look at my tongue," I said showing her my red tongue. "Ok, you were a good boy and I wan... to reward you." Quickly we changed positions and she started to lick me off. Boy was she good. She would slowly circle my cock head with her tongue and then suck and pump it. Every once and awhile she would even deepthroat it, but she looked like she would gag so I didn't press it too hard. Finally I felt my balls tighten up and I knew I was. Yes Imake the decisions about what movie to see; what restaurant to go to,etc. But when it comes to the bedroom it's been a mutual pleasurething. We have vaginal intercourse. You always have an orgasm. Isometimes have an orgasm. I find that very unsatisfying. I want torearrange our sexual priorities. I want you to be willing to give mepleasure without necessarily expecting anything in return." Well sure Carla. I want to be able to please you; to give youpleasure, even if sometimes I. "What would be the fun if it wasn't humiliating?" Then...why does she do it?" All my bitches get a reward. Emma, my shower bitch is allowed to kiss my nipples." And...Dianne?" I asked, not sure I wanted to hear what my wife's reward would be for humiliating herself this way."Your wife is allowed to kiss my ass." Gemma gave a slight shiver. "And I can tell you, the bitch can really get her tongue deep up my ass."I quickly looked around to see if anyone else had heard. I'd enjoyed watching Dianne. He started at her feet and moved his eyes slowly up the shapely flesh of her naked legs and his eyes moved up past her waist to the tight fitting, low cut dress. Her firm breasts swelled against the material. His eyes lingered on the visible cleavage and tops of her tits. Finally, her drew his eyes higher and swept up across her chest to her cute face. Framed by her long brown hair. God she was to die for.They walked over to the bar, and began to order drinks. The music was soothing, and all.