Occasionally, she'd blankly stare at him, possibly to see how she was doing.He carelessly said, "You look so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth..."She reacted with a look of shame. She slowed to a crawl and pulled away from him with a soft smack. She kept her distance now.He sharply asked, "You were doing so well! Why'd you stop?" I feel like a slut when you say that!" Look, Angie, you need to know a couple of things. There is no shame in looking pretty while sucking cock. In fact, the. I have been working on this sweater, a little bit every day, my whole life. Over the years it has changed – adding on bits, losing bits – becoming larger and smaller, but always mine, the colors and patterns always familiar. At last my fingers ache and I can do no more today. I stand and pull the sweater over my head, feeling the heavy wool dragging down on my shoulders. I hold it close around my throat and step out into the wild weather. In spite of my best efforts, the sweater does not offer. So do tell, what are you doing here?” She had me. Why was I there again? I really thought I had a valid answer but whatever it might have been it had ran away a long time ago.“I.. I was just… I don’t know, you said to come so I came,” she laughed a little bit and closed the gap between us. “Quite the gentleman. You can say what you want but all you men are the same. Think the same. And I can prove it.” She kissed me and I stumbled a little but before I could fight my defenses crumbled and I. We have been married for 16 yearsand she is 19 years younger than me. Around the eighth year of our marriagewe began to experiment with BDSM. We bought handcuffs, whips, and other restraints.For a short while she submitted to my domination fantasies. I installed hooksin the bedroom and eyebolts on the bed. I spanked her, whipped her, and blindfoldedher. The last time I dominated her was when I took her to an Eagles concertand made her wear a miniskirt with no panties, and a see-through blouse.