He indulged her, now inserted his middle and index finger. She sucked on them greedily, her tongue lapping up the sweat and oils hidden in every groov... of his fingerprints.“That’s right, that’s a good girl,” he said as tried to fit his fingers deeper into her mouth, with her tongue swirling between them.She was becoming flushed, as if stricken with a fever. Her skin, while still pale, appeared much healthier, no longer so ghastly as when he first saw her. Her eyes were growing hazy, her body. ” Mrs. Perkins explained. “I’m going to reach into your little boy hole, gently, and massage a special place in here. It’s so special that most don’t even know about it. As I do, your immediate need to climax will be replaced by a subtle need to pee….. and yet, you will not pee at all.”It’s then that Mrs. Perkins slid her long middle finger up into my rectum as she slowly twisted and revolved her finger up inside of me. I was starring directly at my penis and the pee-hole in particular and then. “It needs to breath for a couple minutes” she said. “I’ll set the table on the deck.”We started the fire and when it was ready, I put the steaks on to cook. We sat at the table and talked as we sipped our wine. Jennifer told me about the kids she went to school with and how she never got along with any of them. She had turned into a loaner and stayed by herself. I explained to her that she could be whatever she wanted to be in life. I told her that a girl as smart and as gorgeous as her could. I explained to her that I'm not gay, that I still love her, and that I still love making love with her... and I told her of my bisexual fantasies and the sorts of things that aroused me. Occasionally, while we were making love, I would tell her about the things I'd like to try with her and another man, and afterwards, she would sometimes even allow me to lick my own sperm out of her pussy. Though she was not particularly excited about the bisexual aspects of my fantasies, she was incredibly.