She was sitting on a bar stool as I knelt between her legs and sucked her sex into my mouth. Her juices were dripping as my tongue lapped them up. Her...negligee all but forgotten I continued to eat her.She gripped my hair and pulled me into her as I licked her. I stood and spun her around to bend her over the bar stool and slid into her to the hilt, her cries of lust were punctuated by my moans of pleasure as I hit bottom. As her orgasm approached I felt her clench around me, milking me but I. I don’t know who, but it was romantic, possibly middle-eastern. She started doing a strip tease for me. The bikini top went off first. She then straddled me. Now those tits, unencumbered by a bikini top, rubbed directly against my chest. My dick strained against my boxers and the tip of my dick poked out of my shorts. Getting up again, she turned around and shook that cute little ass in time with the music. I pulled down my shorts. My dick reached for the sky and despite my promise, I was. She attends a support group for dominant wives in the Eisengrim area, and they all laugh together about how the husbands can’t decide whether they want to be sexually cut off or not.One weekend Brearley locked my balls to the testicles of another submissive husband, Rodnell some-thing or other? We were naked, back to back, our balls locked together, unable to sit comfortably. And did I mention that we barely knew each other?But Rod’s wife dropped him off, and Brearley locked us up and put us in. "I see you are on the football team. I bet you play center," Martin said."Ah --I guess..." What is wrong with him? Yesterday, I was lethal, and today I am merely agirl," Martin thought.But there was no help for it poor Sam had lost his confidence, and therewas no getting it back.At school, Martin rushed down the hallway ignoring all the attempts toget his attention until he reached his homeroom. He stormed in."Well hello Martha," Morgan said from behind her desk, "Aren't youearly." You bitch,.