A few moments later, while I was pretending to watch TV, but I was more attracted by her beautiful legs she with a class and a nonchalance that surpri...ed me stretched out with my head on my knees and legs on those of her husband, who almost immediately began to caress them from the ankles up to the thighs.I was very embarrassed, the lady had spread her legs to allow her husband to caress her there where more pleasure, making her sigh.I looked down at her, she looked at me smiling, then her hand. . it's... real..." A thought flashed in her mind suddenly at what her girlfriend called them: They always called them 'dicks'. But her girlfriends also had a word that they reserved 'for the really big ones'... They called the big ones "COCKS". And she knew that this was a cock.She gave his hungry prick a delicate squeeze, soliciting a throaty groan out of him. He gasped in pleasure. Noticing this, she squeezed it softly again, suddenly fascinated. Another desperate groan. Sliding her hands up. She tugged at my leash and we followed Arabella's pencil skirt clad bottom as it flexed and wiggled provocatively as she strode toward the cellar. I was taken down the steps to the floor of the cellar without further ceremony, and then made to kneel next to my glorious new owner in the middle of a semi-circle of grinning, mature, obviously dominant women; they sneered and flexed canes and crops as Blanche's face grew sterner and pulled my head up tight by the leash. She wanted me to take in. " Don't sell yourself so short, Hailey," Don said as he grasped her hands between his. "You were right about Michael. If you doubt it, just talk to Jane again. You're smart, you're sexy, you are fun to be with and talented as all get out in and out of bed. You are everything I've ever wanted in a woman. And mostly, I'm afraid you are going to wake up one morning and realize that I'm just Axe Woodson, a two bit guitar player, because that's really all I've ever been. And you deserve so much more.