I've tried to explain to Sydney that Darrell and Martin do none of these things for me; they are just a release for my animal passions and a source of...DNA for mating. Material things! I don't LOVE Darrell and Martin no matter how often I have them fuck me and how hard and how loudly they make me come. If I didn't love Sidney, would I allow him to suck my lovers' thick rich sperm from my pussy? And how many wives will happily let their husbands come in their hands or in their mouth and sip up. There was a puddlebetween his legs.I felt sorry for him then, particularly as I felt some empathy sitting infront of him in my undiscovered boxer shorts. He was now wearing a wettrousers. I did my best to help him to hide his accident from his classmates and helped him to get a change of clothes from the school matron. Ihappened to notice that he was obliged to wear panties and pantyhose asthey had run out of socks and boxer shorts. He wasn't exactly thrilledabout that as he showed them to. Then he grasped Henderson's wrists and pulled them up between his shoulder blades. The position caused him to be awash in wonderful sensations of powerlessness and degradation. The officer gripped the hair on either side of Henderson's head. When the head of the penis pressed against his lips he dropped his jaw to accept it. He relaxed his throat with a yawning sensation, but the officer's intention was not release. It was to inflict pain. He tilted Henderson's head back, to get the right. She had told me in the past that she wished she had a pony. That was definitely doable so I arranged the purchase of three horses to be delivered the day before her party. There was a barn on my property and a three acre pasture that wasn't being used. I pulled some strings and got Manuel some help cleaning out the barn and getting the pasture mowed. He further stocked up the tack room with all the gear needed.George busied himself with the electrical system in the barn making sure we would.