As I stared in amazement at this sight, I undid my pants and pulled out my throbbing cock. I heard the man's voice on the other side of the wall."Alri...ht cunt, say the words or I'm going to twist those nipples right off!"He growled and she whimpered -- fuck, the guy was a sadist! Well, at least my girl could handle her pain well...what a fucking mess this was. But, like I said, I wasn't passing up on a chance of a lifetime -- to see how well my little wife would suck off a total stranger!I. " Think so? I still feel a little uncomfortable wearing it." You'll get used to it. Back where I come from its common to wear jeans, and I'm used to skirts and dresses now."Cathy nodded. "That's what my mother said." The rain had ceased, and the sun was trying to come out. "At least it isn't snowing." Most of the people here don't believe in snow."Cathy smiled. "Snow isn't bad, blizzards are. Last year we were confined to our house for a week. Then they opened the tunnels, and we could get. .. and Montana. Remember that? And Montana?If you're not from here you might think that Montana is in Canada. The condition of education in the US of A has many people believing that."Manitoba ... not Montana ... Manitoba is in Canada," I have told people ... Californians, Kansans, from places like those. For some fool reason, everybody knows where Wyoming is ... but not Montana."Manitoba is in Canada," I repeat.The reason Montana is mentioned in conjunction with Cold War?Montana is the fourth. Still leashed, but at least I was allowed to walk on two legs again. Allowed I fled, seeking out somewhere safe, somewhere that a hundred prying eyes wouldn’t follow my every move. An old, musty closet by the drama department served nicely. This time of year, it probably went untouched for days, maybe even weeks. It was cramped, unlit, and smelled like cheap paint and old fabric, but while I was there I was alone. In the darkness, I could pretend that my clothing hadn’t been defaced and.