I can feel the cold tiles and know why i am here and You help me get situated at the toilet, turn me around and push down, indicating i am to sit and ...ee like the sissy i am, not like the real man whom You just enjoyed in our marital bed. When i'm done, i wipe my penis with toilet paper to make sure it is clean....then You pull me up and lead me back to the bed, push me down and re-connect my ankle restraints. i feel Your hand on me, squeezing my nipples very hard and i know You must be smiling. Kay when from shock to pure confusion. "I don't get it. You had a great date with your best friend, and now you're a mess?"I nodded sadly. Tears were leaking out of my eyes again, damn it. I couldn't seem to keep it together. Comprehension dawned on Kay's face."Wait a minute. You had a great fake date with your best friend?"And that did it. I started sobbing again. Jesus. I was disgusted with myself. What was wrong with me?"You're in love with John." She said it like it was a statement.I could. But deep down I still had a bit of trauma from the last woman dying. I know it was not her fault but still I wanted to not go through that again. After five years with this lady I was pretty happy but I also noticed we seemed to be not as active as we once were. So it was no real surprise when we mutually decided not to be together again We split up. Neither of us contacted the other again as we agreed. Then one day out of the blue she texted me. She said she missed me and that she would like. His body is in an uncontrollable dance of spastic movements building up to the point of no return. I find his prostate and press into it with my slippery finger. The cum starts oozing out of the tip of his cock filling my mouth. One mouthful swallowed then another and then he starts to shake. I rub and press into his prostate harder. Sucking for all I’m worth his prick starts exploding in my mouth. One violent shot followed by another as he moans louder and louder. I love controlling his body.