I feel the coals of my rage flare again. I pull back my hand to slap her, but she flinches violently. I pause, hand still held mid-air. She’s afraid...of me. I look at the cast on her hand and the bruise on her face.“I’m not your mistress,” I say. Her eyes look down. She’s disappointed. “I’m sorry,” I add. “I can’t be.”“Okay …” she says. It’s pathetic. God, is everything about her always so pathetic?I get down on my knees and lift her chin, looking her in the eye. “Hey, listen,” I say. She has. As I also love oral anal stimulation, we sometimes get into a spooning position on our sides so she can lick and tongue my asshole with her hand on my cock. I can reach behind me and play with her titties, which she loves. So, it's a full sex life, just no fucking.To compensate for not being able to have intercourse, a couple years ago she relented from a long-time prohibition on my watching porn videos online. (When I was very young and had no girlfriend, I used to use porn mags as visual aids. When she was down to her panties, Kim summoned me to her. "You take them off, Ron. See how wet they are."Happy to oblige, I dropped to my knees and pulled down Kim's white cotton panties. They were soaked with her arousal and I brought them to my nose for a whiff of her scent, which made my cock even harder, if that was possible. Kim took her panties from me and threw them to her husband, who promptly wrapped them around his throbbing erection. She then placed her hands on my head and drew my. Now they were part of the body that I inhabited. I gaspedat the sensation as the male fingers twisted and pulled my nipples.'This has to be a crazy nightmare.' I said, again being stunned by thesoft female voice that came from my mouth.'This is a living real life nightmare and you are stuck in it and toprove it to you I am going to fuck you.'My eyes widened with fear at what he had said. He slid up my body sothat he was now sitting on my chest.'See this girl.' he said as he held the penis that.