And to spectate on humanity?s strange little jokes. We went through downtown?all six by six blocks of it?up the hill and headed north on Tenth street... Then my master made the quick hidden turn off into Oakwood cemetery. One of the most amazing cemeteries I have ever seen, one of Troy?s high spots. My master slowed down to accommodate the potholed roads and then the dirt paths that comprise the routes through the large cemetery. It is amazingly beautiful, and old, started in 1850. The car. Trapped there on the floor for up to twenty minutes, one must simply wait and enjoy the feeling of being so consumed with lustful passion that the fear and shame of being caught seem immaterial. When you are tied, it is inescapable that a part of your identity is firmly outside of the mainstream's comfort zone. A piece of your soul is there, wrapped tightly around that dog's twitching, squirting dick just as surely as your pussy or ass is.Which brings me onto what happens when you decide to go. .put one leg in the what and then turned toward Ellen he put his other leg in the water...still standing on the shelf so that is cock was at the level of my wife's face.facing her and it bobbing up and down with excitement. Ellen glanced at me ...and I knew that look......she reached up..touched his cock....told him how nice and big it was and bigger than what she was used to.......she stoked it...as she looked at me....and I nodded to her an okay. I reached over and felt Sara's tits and she. I offered bacon and eggs, and he agreed. I got the pan down and put it on the element to get hot. When I turned, he had the eggs, bacon and butter on the bench for me. He found the plates and raided the cutlery drawer then set the table while I cooked.He finished making a pot of tea for us and carried it to the table. I was buttering toast, and he came up behind me and rubbed himself against me as he kissed and nibbled on my neck while tweaking both my nipples. I shivered, and he laughed.