"Coffee?" he enquired hopefully.She frowned, "No, Tea! I don't understand why you Americans are so preoccupied with coffee! It isn't as if it tastes g...od!" Ah!" David responded, "Wait till you come to my family home in Virginia — I will brew you a cup of coffee that will convert you from your tea-drinking bondage!"She smiled. "Its good to see you up and about David." Here, here" seconded Josh. "I was beginning to think I would never get rid of this." As he spoke he tossed the small metal film. Back to my birthday question. I put a crucial question to my husband, “So if I did it with another guy, would you want to watch? Would it turn you on?”He looked very serious as he opened up his inner feelings, “I’m sure it would. While we were dating and I thought you were on a date with another guy, I used to lie in bed and jack off thinking about what you could be doing. And when we got naked together sometimes I’d think about another guy seeing you that way and doing what I was doing.”I. This time we got a lot of answers including the one I'm going to tell you all about.He sends me a real naughty letter including an excellent drawing of me "Frank" and my husband.I was tied up on a mattress with my arms above my head, blindfolded, my legs wide spread, a dildo in my pussy and wood pegs with weights in my nipples, Frank had firm grip at my thigh and was lubricating the tip of an anal vibrator with some jelly.My poor helpless husband was lying on knees and shoulders, gagged, knees. I wanted to die. My whole life, my very existence is to please him, and I was failing!Suddenly, I felt his strong hands wrapping around my soiled body. Strong,gentle hands. They supported me in my time of need. He carried me to the bathroom, and held my disgusting face over the toilet bowl."It's ok, little slave", he said softly, "I'm here to protect you."I wanted to die. I wanted to scream for joy! My Lord and Master was getting sprayed with my vomit, and he only thought of my safety. After a.