But it was the health club that really got to him. He stopped by one afternoon to pick me up and saw me in my tight leotard working on the Stairmaster...in a room full of people - mostly men - and his face went purple with rage. It didn't help that most of the men in the room that day were in very good shape. On the way home he forbade me to go back, but for once I dug my heels in and told him that the place was doing me a lot of good and I was going to keep on going. He ranted and raved about it. My cock had other ideas about that. I had a raging erection. I wanted to be alone with that comic book.Guiltily, I took my "Private," "Leg Show" and "Hard at Work" to the Indian guy who owned the place. Would he glare at me, mark me down as a pervert, and request that I never come back to his newsstand again? He opened his mouth and said, "$34.85, with tax, please."Whew! I paid him and hurried to my car. The urge to unwrap "Hard at Work" was strong, but masturbatory proprieties must be. I backed out to the Spirituality Menu and tapped Morality Sub-Menu.Morality Legality OutlookI clicked the Outlook Sub-Menu. Her moral beliefs appeared in a list. I found her views on homosexuality. She truly believed it was a sin. Her cravings for Marrisa were making her feel so guilty for not only cheating on me but that she was engaged in something she thought was wrong. It must be twisting in her. No wonder she was so scared of Becky being gay. She didn’t want our eldest to have this same. I did not argue, quickly strapping her to the cross I fetched the pump to her side put a little Vaseline on her lovely breasts then began to turn the handle with one hand while slipping the cups onto her nipples, not easy but with persistence I got the things to function, the effect was instant! She began to wimper and wriggles her body, saying it was something special, that the pain round her nipples was intense but just manageable and that she would be coming very soon. I put my spare.