.. Yes, yes, I ... I understand!" she replied cowering."Now, where is the bedroom?"Her hand and voice quivering, Niomi pointed down the hall. "In ther...." Go on," he said pushing her.Close your eyes -- and keep them closed!" he ordered as they entered the small bedroom.Afraid to do anything else, Niomi complied and so did not see the man pull a palmcorder from his pocket and set it on a dresser where it was mostly hidden by some framed photos and other personal items, and set it to record. Not. . I’m...”His thrusts became faster and deeper as his long, thin cock repeatedly battered my cervix but, as usual, I could feel little sign of my own climax approaching. * It was Sunday night and we were naked, in our bedroom, in our big double bed, enjoying our usual end-of-weekend lovemaking session. Both I and my attractive, athletic husband of nearly twenty-five years still worked hard at the physical side of our marriage. Even now we were both over fifty and with the kids away at work or at. But today was different. It wasn’t the urge for release that I craved, it was the complete and utter need for sex, loud, rough, tender, emotional, dirty, sweet, quiet, ravenous, intense sex. As soon as I had smelled Cassandra’s perfume on my shirt, when I was alone and safe in my home, I knew exactly what I had needed, and what I had wanted. I realized that all of my frustration and anger I felt for letting someone, another woman—a strange other woman—so handily disarm me of inhibition, wasn’t. My cock was rock hard as Mistress gripped my balls, squeezing, slowly adding more pressure. I breathed deeply feeling the dull pain."I sent you up here 36 minutes ago pet," She told me. "Have you been rubbing your little prick against the wood?" she asked."I accidentally touched it against the wood once," I replied truthfully.Mistress gave my balls a hard squeeze as she said, "Are you sure it was accidental pet?" Yes Mistress" said I."Ok pet, I trust you" she told me.I ached to feel the first.