It's wonderful.''I'm glad.''Do you see me that way? As your dominatrix? I'll tie you to the bed and whip you if that's what you want.''That's like bei...g thrown into the pool at the deep end. Could we work up to that maybe?''Let's start with a little breath play, shall we?''Sure. Why not?'She rolls him onto his back and sits straddling his stomach. 'Feel my tits.' He reaches a hand up to caress her. 'Both hands, slave!' He does, and she responds like greased lightning. She takes hold of his. I took the head of his cock into my mouth and sucked on it firmly. He gasped as the sensation of my mouth on his cock made him shiver. I took more of his cock into my mouth. I started sucking and licking him as I rhythmically sucked his cock in and out of my wet mouth. I took him all the way into my throat, and he couldn't stop himself from thrusting. I felt his hand on the back of my hair. I kept sucking him harder into my mouth. I could feel he was nearing his climax. I stopped and pulled. “Not in the form that I practice it. This isn’t Utah. I’ve researched it. As long as I don’t get a license for any wives past the first, I’m not breaking any laws. Technically, the only law that I would violate then is the anti-bigamy law, intended more to catch men hiding their second and third wives ... or women hiding their other husbands. I am only legally married to Shiraz here, but I am married in my heart to all three of them,” I smiled as I closed the trap on him.“It’s still against. "With me," I thought, "It's not the same with me." I stood there, trying to get a grip on things. I felt like I was floating out in the room somewhere, looking down on me."Michael." She was standing next to me. I could feel her blouse brush against my arm, her small breasts beneath the fabric. She touched my wrist. I could hear her breathing."Michael, please," she said. "Look at me." Her eyes were bloodshot, wet. She looked at me pleadingly."I don't enjoy this," she said. "I didn't enjoy - it.".