“Stop” I said “the brush isn’t coming out of you its coming out of me”,“I know, I can feel the friction tugging, it feels like nothing I h...ve experienced, it hurts but I quite like it”“What do you want to do?” I askedshe moved her hips backward , this pushed the brush back into my cock fucking it once more, she moved her hips forward and once again the brush slid from my cock and remained lodged in her cervix, she squealed in delights as the bristles and ferrule moved a few millimetres deeper. She was the dominant one in their relationship – her submissive husband was currently in celibacy, refraining from any kind of marital duties when it came to bedroom affairs. But it’s okay, she didn’t mind – she still had her feet to control him, to make him worship her, give her money and things.feet worship babesHe came back from work tired and nervous, but he also knew what was waiting for him – she already left him clues. He found a stocking right after door, and he knew that he had to rush. Watching and feeling it is better. The personal voyeur again. My cock jerks once more. And another emission and another; no power just warm, viscous, white lava cream flowing down my shaft over my thumb or dropping off my cock head, depending on the slant I’m holding my shaft at, forming an increasing pool of creamy seed cream. And the secretions eventually reduce and then cease; leaving just a string of cum from my cock slit over my thumb to the pool. Thirty seconds gone. No spunk any more,. I had become an animal. I used to think that might be under such intense tension and lust people commit crimes like rape. My wife was available to me only to touch and hug but even kisses were difficult. I hoped I would overcome this tension soon.In the coming month my tension and craving for sex increased. I was unable to concentrate in the shop. Many customers started complaining that the dresses were not perfect. I had to repair them. I even went to few temples to pray for peace. One.