"He’s not gay or anything," she said quickly, "but he’s sucked a cock before and he’s not pushy" Ok, I thought to myself, this ought to be inter...esting.We arrived at the apartment and went in, me still holding her hand. I was not sure if she was scared or I made her feel wanted. We stepped into the living room and some dip shit was sitting on a recliner watching television. "That’s my husband," Debbie said, pointing to him. "This is my friend," she added, pointing to me. "I’m gonna go change. He was surrounded by a bunch of people wanting to discuss some of the points he had raised. It was pretty typical for people to want to talk with him after a lecture like that. Many of them had their own points of view and wanted to convince him to adopt their ideas, giving them proper credit for them of course.He glanced out over the audience and noticed a man slipping out the door. The hair on the back of his neck rose when he recognized the individual. The man was one of the unsavory. By this point, we were both feeling no pain; my wife made very little effort to stop her blowing skirt. She put a hand down to hold it to her side, but it still blew up enough to show her delights. This was exciting enough on its own, and I loved how much she was exposing on the sidewalk. Had the night ended there I would have been just as happy, but I was excited and looking forward to getting back to our room. In the room, my wife undressed and put on a red silk robe. The robe is very short. I saw her bite her bottom lip and wince with pain, and my cock jerked involuntarily.She slapped herself again, and then once more, and then she came closer to the chair in which I was sitting, until she was standing directly in front of me. She slowly slipped her blouse of her shoulders, leaning forward and thrusting her naked breasts towards me, offering herself to me and looking at me pleadingly.'Please, Master, ' she whisperedI hesitated for a brief moment, and then I touched her cheek, and.