He was enormous. From the angle I could see from sitting in the chair was that the profile of his cock stretched well past the back of her head. There...was no fucking way that thing was going to fit in my poor wife. Oh well, thats the one she picked out online so shes going to get it now. James then grabbed her by her hair and looked into her eyes. Im going to make you my bitch and that wimpy limped dick hubby of yours is going to have to sit and watch. Was he talking about me? James then cupped. I also began to notice her in a romantic and sexual way. Harisha, as I mentioned before, didn’t have a perfect figure. Far from it, she was in fact pretty out of shape. That being said, her bottom and bust were still in proportion though significantly rounded. Her face was bit chubby but that actually managed to make her look cute. Her voice, mannerisms, movements of her hands as she spoke was all very feminine and alluring. Sometimes in a meeting as she spoke all I wanted to do was to grab her. The chains, the whips, the leather, the burning humiliation of it all still brings cold chills throughout my body. It is an experience I shall never forget. Never, never, never forget. Ever. Not ever. Not in this lifetime. As long as I am alive, there will not be a moment in my day in which I am not acknowledging that the event took place.It all happened the day before today. I remember it like it was yesterday. My hands were sweating profusely as they gripped the handle of the telephone.. He needed someone like that to take the lead, to make it seem likeit was their idea.'Are you married.' Greg asked.'Yep. I'm just having a night out.' Bob replied.'But why go to a gay bar?' Greg was a little unsure about Bob's reply. Itseemed too neutral. Had he stumbled upon this bar in error?'Cause I like to get me a bit of cock now and then.' Bob replied with agrin.'Oh right!' Greg replied. 'Sorry, I'm pretty new to all this.''What about you? Married?''As good as. I've been with living with.