I wanted her,but I would take her when the fear,the excitement had reached the chosen moment. I moved,not totally trusting myself.Looking down at her ...rms outstretched,legs pressed close together,she knew what was coming.Just not how or when. I left the room. “I have her Sir,”The text was brief.I had not failed yet,now I would wait for the reply.Waiting the need in me grew.My clit was burning,my pussy needed to be filled.In the living room was a locked toybox.A handsome oak chest that. I picked my paper off the floor and placed it next to my coffee on the endtable. Kim didn’t react at all. I sat down and retrieved my coffee. I took a drink before starting to stare into the surface again.“You don’t seem to be the type to hurt women.”I shuddered. “‘Good boys don’t hurt girls.’”She pulled her head away from her hands. Her eyes went straight to mine. I locked my look into her gaze.“Sherry said I should ask you about a scar.”If I had thought about it, I wouldn’t have done it, but. Don’t worry. You lied and I’ll swear to it.”So it all worked out just fine. Cassie and I got married six months before she graduated. She was at the top of her class and got three job offers, one of which was at the KU Medical Center, where she’d been trained. So we didn’t have to move, which was great.Meanwhile, Lori and Rashid spent a lot of time together. She didn’t tell me a lot about what they did, I suspect because she didn’t want me to be jealous, but he was a relatively frequent visitor. His lengthening and stiffening cock was my reply. He asked me if I had ever seen a man take it out and play and I honestly had not and said so. Was there anything that he could do that would help me to watch him. I suggested that we move to his settee as I could watch more closely as I wasn't used to watching a man play with himself.I asked him some questions about the way he played and he told me he needed to use some baby oil on his foreskin to prevent it becoming dry and sore. I brought oil.