After much talking and drinking into the night I must have passed out around 1 am in her arms.I awoke around 4am, fully clothed, on the sofa alone. Ti...ed, I rubbed my heavy eyes which I could not yet open. I could just make our some strange wet smacking sound...and occasional very soft moans....I wasn't aware yet of what was going on but I liked the sound of it... My dick began to get hard...I continued to listen to the faintest of sounds."Mmmmfff.....shlllp..."Light rustling of. Tim, like most men, was a stay at home husband and homemaker but thisdid not stop him dreaming and yearning and wishing to have been bornyears earlier.He was particularly fascinated by what he read of what it was like inthe 1950's, only 250 years earlier. What a life it must have been. Ifwhat he read was true, and it must be said that other than the illegalbooks that he got from his friend, Peter, there was no proof availablethat men were fully in charge then.When they got together for coffee. “Yes, please, fuck Master please may I?” I shake, holding back the need to come until he answers: “Come for me, Doll. I want you to come so hard for me.” Going back to my arse, he fucks it faster, his thumb moving deeper inside me, his fingers running over me clit. I arch my head, as best I can but he yanks the leash making me look down at me. I cry out and begin to orgasm hard for him. Feeling as though I’m being thoroughly fucked, I come hard. My moans sing through the room, he gives me a. Hoping to be finished by 5:00, I skipped lunch and kept working.As I had planned, by 4:00 pm the lawn was cut, the sidewalk had been edged, and the hedges were trimmed. I was almost finished, which was a good thing because I was tired as hell. I had one thing left to do ... take care of 'Ralph', the bush, immediately outside my office window. I'd saved the worst for last.The house I own is a three bedroom ranch-style home located in one of the city's better middle income sub-divisions. It was a.