She just needed to find out when. She went to John's office and logged in to his computer to check his calendar. She looked at the block for the mee...ing he was currently attending, to get an idea of what kinds he couldn't skip out on. She found another one in three days. Plenty of time, she thought, to make sure she'd read his signals correctly. And if she hadn't? Then maybe he didn't have to know.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -John watched. “Oh fuck!” I heard him whisper, “Oh fuck! Don’t stop!” he urged, his two hands now clasped about my head, as I now sank lower over his shaft and finally reached “home base”, with my nose buried once again in the jet-black bush of his groin. With my right hand clutching his ball-sack, now hard and tight against his groin, my fingers extended underneath and felt his perineum throbbing in muscular rhythm to the throbs of pleasure in his swollen tool in my mouth. Meanwhile, the longest finger of my. " "Excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt you, but I think I just got it." "You've always been a bright man. Tell me what you're thinking." "They're confronted by the same problem that's vexing me." "That's right, they know I won't be faithful to them. They don't want to take on the baggage of a philandering wife." I started laughing. Jeanne asked, "What's so funny?" "You just shattered one of my two greatest fears." "Explain." "I was afraid that you might fall in love with one of your boyfriends. I cry so I get more. Another and another, the pain is so great that I piss myself; I feel the warm liquid running down my body and into my hair and onto my face. It soothes the pain of the cane so I don't stop, he laughs. I feel degraded and even dirtier that I did before; I now try to stop the piss but seem to have lost all control. I start to cry; he walks around to front of me and speaks. "I have been looking forward to making you cry, I am going to rub your tears onto my cock and I'm going.