I wanted to rip his balls off and stuff them down his throat, closely followed by his torn off dick. I wanted to give Amber a good shaking and show he... what she was so close to being on the receiving end of because she wouldn’t get a CAP card.My mind instantly skittered off in another direction.I would show this to Mrs Clarke. I stopped. No. I couldn’t. I hadn’t told her about Mrs Crisp’s discs, and I couldn’t now. I couldn’t show it to Sandra; and I certainly couldn’t show it to Tee. My mind. Yes, I think I did enjoy my first blow job. Andrew, was that satisfying for you?" You were absolutely fantastic. Hard to believe this was your first. I would enjoy having you do that again!" he replied.She took a warm washcloth and wiped more cum from my chin, then cleaned Andrew.I sat up and found my glass of Chianti and took a sip, then gathered my dress and shoes, excused myself and went to the bathroom. After hanging my dress in the closet, I relieved myself and decided to get undressed and. She was wrapped in a towel, tied just above the bust. I was about to apologize and come back to her when she took a step back while making an invitation gesture. So I went inside. She immediately closed the door behind me and carefully turned the key in the lock. She leaned against the door and aristocraticly untied the corners of the towel, letting him fall freely to the floor. She stood before me completely naked. With a sweet smile, she said, "I know you want to do this with me."Indeed, her. The vouchers simply served as initial leverage. If that option had not presented itself some other would have, even something contrived or imagined. Note how quickly my wife fell under Tony's control.Perhaps it was the clothes Kimberly wore which communicated to Tony and others, or the way she wore them. I found it amazing that in her writing, except for her outfit for the party, my wife never mentions that she has always preferentially worn stockings and garter belts or (more often) open.