He was glowing with excitement in anticipation of saving the world.The formalities were completed quickly so we all adjourned to a restaurant a block ...way for a gala banquet and roast of the retiring deputy. It was a fun time for the station and would be remembered by the deputy for years to come.When we could graciously say goodbye, Wanda and I headed to the airport, chauffeured by another duty man. It took a few minutes to do the preflight and startup, but we were quickly on our way home. For. He wasn’t so much a friend; more of an associate because he once assisted me with some desperately needed cash by taking photographs as I crouched and spread my butt-cheeks for his camera, while his stammering breath would condensate his forehead with a sultry larvae which plashed against flaying wisps of long, stray, waddling hairs. My rectum crooning for the lens in the only way a rectum knows how to croon. These nude art photos were supposedly all going into an art book of some kind. I was a. After we had both gone to bed that night, I awoke to find Michael not in bed. I heard noises downstairs. When I came quietly down the stairs into our basement, their was my husband lying across our leather couch, masturbating watching the section of the video showing the sub male sucking another man off. As I watched and my pussy dripped, my husband stroked off and came watching the cocksucking. He moaned and seemed to really enjoy watching as the submissive male, looked up into the other man's. She knew exactly what she was doing. He had never felt anything like it.'You're beginning to relax, now. That's nice, isn't it?''Yes.''You don't need to whisper.' She laughed and curling her hand round his erect cock, she began to move it gently up and down. 'Was this what you were up to, Barry, wanking yourself, thinking about me?' His cock felt as if it was going to burst.'I think we'd better have a look, don't you?' She pulled back the duvet and looked at his rigid cock sticking up out of.