Then one day I had a contractor do some work on my house. His name was Ben and I knowingly allowed him to cuckold me. I related this event in my story... 'Cuckold Again' in the Fetish Category.One Saturday morning after I had been cuckold, I heard my wife dial the phone. "Hi Ava. Just a quick one, do you happen to have a spring form baking pan that I can borrow. ...Oh great. I'll send my Jackie over for it.When I got to Ava's house, the door was open and Ava called out to me to come in. She was. I had it on the beach. And I had it in my bed. I had itmissionary style, buckin' bronco style, and missionary style. And I hadit in ways that defied description. Who knew this soft, curvy body wasso flexible--- and accommodating?And it was all good because I had once been a man myself, and I knew howlittle self-control a teenage guy has on the first go-round of theevening. So, I took things into my own hands, you might say, to ensuremutual pleasure later on."Oh. My God!" Michael said the first. She looked like a Hitchcock blonde, hair and make-up immaculate, a coolintelligence shining in her ice blue eyes. Sighing happily, I placed thephoto back in my jacket pocket as the pretty receptionist motioned meover."Ms Morgan is ready for you, now," she said.Getting up, I walked over to the door next to her desk and entered theinner sanctum, wondering how they could afford such opulent offices whenthey charged next to nothing for their services."Ah, Mr Landry," said Ms Morgan, rising from. " Secondly, don't call me mistress. Miss Melissa will do." Yes, mistr... Miss Melissa." Now... What am I supposed to do with you?" I asked, while I began pacing around her."I still need to punish you for the lie. Any ideas?" Ashley needed a while to realize that I actually wanted her to answer. After a moment of intense silence, she carefully answered."You could right my wrong, Miss." I was stunned for a second. I expected to hear a lot from her, but that?"All in due time, sweety. But for now I.