.. I do hope your departure is swift, I’m anxious to give your replacement the attention he deserves.” Her last line brought cynical and just laug...ter from the audience, his use was spent, and a woman must satisfy her needs; the crushing confirmation of his uselessness, and her cruel pleasure in announcing it, had his cock dribbling in defeat with submissive eroticism.Agnes now took his leash and tugged him to the steps, the feminine crowd baying and taunting as he was led to face his. After dressing as above, I get in my car and start down the interstate. I luv to masturbate and especially so when I am driving. I drive with my left foot on the gas, my right leg swung over on the drivers seat, legs spread wide and skirt pulled up. The skirt is unbuttoned as is the blouse so everything is kind of hanging out there for the world to see. And see they do. I can drive for miles playing with my very wet clit until I see a semi-truck up ahead. I drive in the left lane and pull. He somehow looked thinner thanbefore and his manhood seemed to look smaller.Turning to the toilet, his hand confirmed that his penis was somehowless than it had been. Having his cock smaller bothered him, but he wasin dire need. He resigned himself to sitting and hoped that he would beable to get back to normal now that he was awake. Maybe this wassomehow a dream.He found Sarah standing by the bed waiting for him when he returned fromthe bathroom. He covered himself in surprise, but Sarah. Well, that wasn't quite right. Susan was on the bed, her prized wedding bell quilt rucked up underneath her. She was kneeling on all fours, her ass in the air and buck-naked. Randy was standing next to the bed behind her. He was just unbuttoning the cuffs of his blue denim shirt, which now was open and hanging from his arms. His jeans and bright red jockey underpants were down around his ankles. His nice sized cock was buried in Pete's wife's quim.Ol' Randy was working that quim pretty good,.