I know about sex. I don't have a computer. I'm probably the only kid in town that doesn't. But I talk with my friends. I haven't been growing up in a ...ealed room. Nothing that you do to my parents is going to be a new idea to me. You want to humiliate my parents and punish them for the horrible things they've done. They may or may not be more embarrassed if I'm watching you do it. But you aren't going to traumatize me and you just might embarrass them more if I stay. The way I feel about them. “There, honey, you like the taste of that don’t you?”She nods furiously, not even waiting for her tender nipple to be threatened. I push forward perhaps another half inch, her lovely brown eyes bulging but relaxing when I stop short of the point of choking her. The breath is coming hard and fast through her nose now, with the thick rubber stopping the air even more effectively than the ball gag. I love watching the nostrils of her little button nose flare as she gasps out the rhythm of her. They ran down my back, over my taunt stomach, and she plunged into my jeans. I loosened my belt as she wrenched my boxers out of the way and grasped my cock. She stroked it in a hasty and desperate fashion, as if she were trying to beat the cum out of me. Before I could do anything, she had broken the kiss and slipped down to her knees, bringing my jeans with her on the descent. My cock dangled in the air as it celebrated its freedom, but it was short lived. Jessie tracked it as it danced in. Of course it could be years, if ever, before my shy wife opened her pretty legs to another guy. I flew off to Los Angeles with my heart thumping, but soon I was deeply engaged in business, as I knew I would be. It was more than a day later when I phoned her to say hi.When I heard her voice, I was raging to ask, how was it going? - has he fucked you? - has he even tried? But I kept my voice steady, avoided the direct questions, and she was noncommittal as always. Of course these conversations.