"Ignoring me, she flicked my testicles three times. I felt my stomach drop. It didn't feel good, but she said, "Wow, babe, I didn't think it was possi...le, but your dick is actually getting harder."Flick-flick-flick."Please, Rachel."Turning to face the mirror, she smiled, and for the first time in my life, my wife scared me. "See, the thing is, Blake, you have nowhere to run. You can't get out. You're stuck. And I'm going to torture the hell out of you."She grabbed my dick and more pre-cum oozed. She has to work till seven tonight." while I picked up a wrag and wiped some of the sweat and cut grass off my chest and face, then went on to ask, "I'm going in to get me a cold ice tea, do you want anything to drink while I'm at it?" I guess I will take a ice tea as well, please." Have a seat there at the table and I'll be right back out in a few." I said as I stepped to the door.I washed my hands off, got two glasses down from the cubbard, put ice in them, then got the pitcher of tea from. "I have a confession to make as well since you were so open to me,letting out all your secrets. I'm bisexual, that's why I feel socomfortable with your girl side. I also like your eagerness and tendency'to offer' and somehow to be 'of service'. Your eagerness to be a maidis indicative of that. Other people would call you a submissive butbeing an anthropologist, I try to avoid that term as is not politicallycorrect; I prefer to use the general term carer. That suits mypersonality as well because. I don't think I know anything about that, buddy." He rubbed two of his fingers. "I have a feeling a certain man named 'Benjamin' might be able to help me remember the details.I sighed. I knew that it was unprofessional to give into a bribe but I saw a great opportunity... a way I could place him into my hands. Well not exactly, I was hoping.I slipped out a one-hundred dollar bill. I then straightened it between my hands, twice. Ptatt-tattt! "You mean this Benjamin?" Hmm." he said. "Maybe. Let.