I turned her down of course, because I loved my wife. She probably didn’t really mean it though. Who wants to fuck the fat guy right. Wait a minute,...I’m not a fat guy anymore. It’s amazing how having your guts ripped out by your four best friends and your wife will do wonders for your diet.’ ‘We’re not done yet though. No now my ex wife wants me back. The abusive, manipulative, fat, little dicked husband is wanted by his ex wife. Why oh why? I thought she was happy to have me out of her life.. As we kissed, oblivious of everything around us, I made a promise to myself that I would never lose this feeling again, and I hoped that we would never have to feel this separation again. * * *“What are you thinkin’ about?” Chris asked. His slid his fingers in between mine and our hands interlocked. His touch felt so warm and comfortable. “Detention,” I said.Chris kissed the back of my neck. He licked the back of my ear. “Why?”“If it wasn’t for detention, we wouldn’t be here in this. "Such a simple word, for such a powerful, heady effect. I'd heard her say it before, of course, over the phone, but to watch her face as the words left those beautiful full lips...I gripped her hair, my eyes never leaving hers as I craned her head back at a sharp angle. Jess gasped softly and her lips trembled. Using my grip on her hair, I guided her down to her knees. She knelt at my feet without question, staring up at me with starving eyes."My pants, slave," I ordered.My girl hastily undid. A slave girl is not permitted to show any desire, and you realize then that it is desire you are feeling -- hot, urgent desire for me. You feel the palm of my hand smack your bare ass as a lesson for showing desire and you yell out in shock, not just from the smack but from the strange fluttering feeling in your stomach that intensifies between your legs. You close your eyes tightly; you have never felt so warm down there before, you don’t know what it means or how to control it. You feel my.