Then he nibbled on her ear as he let his fingers play among her pink folds. When he found the prize he sought, her hard little nub, he whispered hoars...ly, “You need to cum for me again, baby.”He nipped at her neck as he rubbed her clit, her body rocking and splashing about.“Oh, fuck!” she cried out as she came.“Again,” he demanded.He kept massaging her sensitive little button until she came three more times for him and fell utterly limp in his arms. He planted kisses along her collar bone and. He had the men each lead the woman they were escorting to stand in front of a waist-high bar, and when they were all standing there, they were encouraged to bend over, their hands encountering another bar in front of them to hold on to for support. As soon as they grasped the second bar, someone on the other side quickly and efficiently placed velvet handcuffs on their wrists, making it impossible for them to stand back up. There were some groans and moans of complaint and probably fear from. "But I think," she added, unable to give away making her point, "you'd better get the hose out." There was a smile more like a smirk when she finished her point with: "You can dilute some of that acid. Too much and you might kill the tree."With nothing left to banter, I nodded. But before I did go outside, I slipped into my bedroom and, on some inexplicable impulse, I took off both my shorts and boxers and only put my shorts back on. That my cock was almost free of restraint was both sensual. In training my husband I had a great deal of help from a good friend of mine Catherine who is a semi-professional dominatrix. Cathy is the one who set out some simple if harsh methods of training my husband and they worked like a charm!The first month whenever my husband got amourous I referred to him as my little cuck. I also explained that as a little-dicked wimp with only 5 inches he was no longer allowed to have regular sex with me but was only allowed to eat my pussy.While he ate my pussy.