I was a computer technician and he was a salesman. We first met when he brought his lap-top in to be repaired. He had such a woe-be-gone look on his f...ce as he described what was wrong that I nearly burst out laughing. By the time he finished telling me what the problem was I had fixed it. He rushed out of the office hugging the laptop like it was his child. I laughed, shook my head and proceeded to immediately forget about him.Two days later he called me."Ahh, Helen, this is George." Who?" My. In a short while, without even realising, I was taking all of Sumon’s tool in my mouth. My throat has adjusted well to his size. I felt him tensing up and thought he would cum soon. A part of me wanted him to cum in mouth and satisfy him for the wonderful pleasures he gave me, the other part of me wanted him to plough my pussy again.The decision was taken out of my hands. He pulled out. I was disappointed. It seemed all the control I had was actually never mine. Seeing him disengage, Rekha went. It doesn’t take into consideration the guy who committed suicide!”“Yes, it does! I plugged it in. You don’t like him because he has a bigger-““A bigger, what?”“Derrick, isn’t that the reason why husbands have other men fuck their wives because they have bigger dicks?”“Bigger dicks, yes! Not so the husband can commit suicide!”“That’s one sob story out of all the other ones we heard! Even the husbands that don’t like him approve of him. Some of their wives are still having sex with him.”“What. The little fat slug of a doctor appeared, who by now I had nick named ‘Mengele’…and my humiliation on this day started with the insertion of a catheter. ‘Mengele’ showed me the thing, a thin tube with an inflatable end that ensured the pipe end was firmly anchored in the body. This he said, “was because I had peed myself the day before and they didn’t want that again today did they!” I was later to find out that more importantly it was as a wonderful means of controlling me and causing me pain.