” I didn’t have to be told to get rid of my shorts. I had wondered, I had hoped, I had not worn my jockeys-undies just in case. I knelt and st...addled her legs, the target was clearly sighted and open, ready, glistening. Even though she still had her feet only about a foot apart and my knees were on the outside of her thighs, the opening at that angle was an easy mark. I placed my hands on each side of her waist and moved my hips forward. I leaned over a tad and the tip made contact with. Another voice took up the chant and the two ofthem kept alternating regularly, supplanting the drum beat. Curious, he crossedto look into the hold where galley slaves were sitting on long benches, fourto an oar in three tiers above each other on either side of the ship. A familiarsight, as were the handlers, ready to encourage the human engines with theirwhips. What he'd never seen before were the two naked bodies dangling on eitherside of the central gangway, their wrists tied to a rope run. Afterwards I’d massage my cum into the silky mesh. I’d then suck her dainty toes through the cum caked hose (assuming she used no lotion). Once she started to squirm as her feet were jerking me off. She had to pee. Ed’s kinky light came on and I followed her into the bathroom. I lay down in the tub. In case I hadn’t mentioned, since our second weekend together I usually was nude. I love being bare. Before I use to slip into bed and take off my underpants under the covers. Not anymore. Since my. . . . It was a typical day at work. He needed to get out of the office for lunch for a change of scenery. He spent the next hour debating in the depths of his own mind if he should stay or go. ‘What the heck,’ he thought. ‘I have been working so hard on this project. And after Bob dropped the ball and got my nuts in a vise with the big boss I need to just take a long lunch and re-group.’ He called his wife but she declined and was complaining about the extraordinary workload in front of her.