But on the third week of the voyage, the Captain informed Cord it was time for him to get fucked. He was ordered to get himself undressed and to get i...to the Captain’s bed. Once in bed he was ordered to get on his hands and knees. The Captain joined him in bed getting behind him as he was about to mount the young lad from behind like a beast in the field. The Captain was about to use his favorite position when fucking his wife.Cord could feel the Captain’s hard cock probing around his anus, and. I told her I wasn't going to wear the panties and bra, because I was sure to be fired at work for wearing them. She reminded me that my company offered to let me work from home, and I should just call in and ask. They were happy to allow that, so I wore some old baggy clothes to go to work to clean out my desk. When I returned from work, Leslie met me at the door and gave me a big hug and kiss. She said, "Get out of those ugly, baggy clothes and we can celebrate our new life Princess." To be. Theevening finished like they all do. Both parties completely satisfied andcompletely spent! Several days later I came home to find an envelope with my name on it. Iopened it to find detailed directions on giving and providing the best"Blow Job" ever. I was able to derive that it was searched out andprinted from the World Wide Web. I questioned my wife of its purposeover dinner and she replied that I had an unfair advantage over her causeshe was a women. This left me completely confused. . She'd been trussed up, hanging upside down in my personal discipline dungeon with a ball gag in her mouth, and been flayed over the course of a half hour. Kim, had been her name. I'd renamed her Fuckslit. She'd been a statuesque black woman of 26 years old. Four years earlier she'd been a California law student who'd dreamt of taking on exciting human rights cases. She'd been a favourite of mine. Every time I entered a room, she'd drop to her spread knees with her fingers laced behind her head,.