It was a marriage of political import…that I looked forward to as a means of escape. Do not get me wrong readers, It was by no means a happy consent...from my side, It was just that a wife enjoyed a different kind of freedom, one that would never be allowed to a daughter. As is the fashion of a good writer ,I should indulge you with some details. I had been a source of constant worry to my esteemed household since the day I first learnt to speak. It was not the manner of speaking I assure you,. I heard his car pull onto the drive around six o'clock and I rushed to my bedroom window just in time to see him getting out his car "wow" I said out loud he was dressed in a black tux and he looked fucking gorgeous, I wasn't sure if we would make it out because I wanted to just pounce on him and fuck his brains out there and then, I heard him enter through the front door " Angie darling I'm here" he shouted " I will be down in a minute darling I'm just finishing off" I shouted my reply, I. While the microwave complained that I didn't take the coffee cup out fast enough, I sanitized the brew cup as well. Then I carried the coffee from the microwave to the table that looked through the glass in the back door and down the driveway. I sat at that table and just zoned out. Getting myself ready for the ride, that would have me start the day physically tired.There was nothing moving as 6AM when I went down to remove the cover from my two wheeler. I removed the locking chain, checked the. To feel his mouth close around my cock was such a delicious feeling that I almost came there and then. Sensing that I was close he looked me in the eye and said I don't want you to come yet.We then engage in an awful lot of four play. The positions we arranged ourselves in blurred in my mind. At one point he was lying on the bed legs wide open and I was kneeling on the floor. My head between his legs exploring using my tongue. Allowing my tongue to tease and lick his balls. Using my.