My gaping wetness tightened more and more until the world around me turned black. I’d lost all feeling, and I couldn’t hear a thing. Yet, my only ...oncern was whether I’d satisfied my new lover.Suddenly, all feeling returned in an orgasmic explosion. I yelled and gasped for air as my body shook and violently twirled beneath my hunky, talented lover. Every inch of me convulsed. My toes curled so hard; they hurt. I could barely keep my eyes open. My fingers hurt from scratching Dom’s back and. Governor Sharpe put his foot down over excesses early on and it was a good thing, in my opinion. Oh, sure, you can still kill a concubine if you have to, but the review board is going to go into the meeting with a bad attitude; the whole, 'You can't shoot a dog but you can shoot a concubine' thing just didn't make sense...Bottom line, abusing the mother of your children is counter-productive for domestic tranquility -- and I'm a big believer in domestic tranquility. Just about everyone I know. She also agreed to come. We were walking deep inside the forest. As we both were walking alone, my cock started growing.As we had just returned from the swimming pool, I didn’t were any shorts. She too noticed the tent in my pant. I slowly rubbed my cock on her ass. She didn’t show any reaction. She neither stopped me nor enjoyed me. I didn’t proceed any further on that day. That day was over I wished I would get another chance like that. After a few weeks I got an opportunity to sit near her. An example: ‘Where are we headed?’ Her murmured reply: ‘You’ll find out soon enough.’ Eventually, I gave up. I figured she was too afraid of a situation like the night before, when she had become so horny that she had made like a water grenade all over my face. Instead, my thoughts turned to Stephanie. Whatever was happening was beyond rationality. I had witnessed my best friend’s girlfriend’s life-force being sucked into the head of my cock, and that reached a level of fucked-up shit past.