There was an abandoned garage where the papers were delivered. There were about six newspaper men who came there to pick them up in their cars. It was...'t too far from the house so I could here them coming by the sound of the cars. I always spread a lot of papers inside the house, just behind the front door. I would leave the front door slightly ajar. Naked, I would pump in the papers and fantasize about being caught by the newspaper man who would then hump me. That never happened, but one time. I spoke to the manAnd asked to look at the newborn bundles. He remembered me well and began to regaleMe with how they had made changes and now had a different life plan.I left them to shop and smiled as I thought how the situation had been savedI remembered the day when my wife had her way sending me on such shamingHow she bound me and caused my early demise as I as the died in the mall as I ravedShe had infected my parts through misapplied arts and the damage did all the blamingNow I haunt the. In the morning she would lay out panties and a leisure bra to wear under regular clothes. If I was going to do a service call and leave the house I could take the bra off, but panties must be worn. After I returned I had to wear my custom made 48Z bra I had made with 32 pound a piece breast forms I made. I had spare computer bedroom that was specifically my masturbation room. Anytime I was not doing anything or not with Suzanne, I was to be in my room masturbating and cumming. She wanted me to. Stella looked at the new pictures and then showed them to Sushi. Sushi again blushed and they whispered to each other for a moment. Stella got a permanent magic marker so that Sushi could write on one of the pictures. Stella put one full set of eight by tens in an envelope for Sushi. The two women went back upstairs, Sushi put her clothes back on, and returned with my still nude wife.They kissed goodbye and Stella said, “See you tomorrow night Sushi!”Sushi bowed gracefully and then left.Stella.