“What do you think?” “Whatever you say, Mistress.” “Excellent answer,” she said, slapping my rigid cock gently with the back of her hand. ...I could feel the stone in her wedding ring scrape the head. “You’re exactly right. Whatever I say. You’d do well not to forget it, either.” I couldn’t tell for sure because I couldn’t crane my neck far enough to see what she was doing down there, but the cockring seemed to be some sort of two-piece mechanism. She placed the ring at the base of my shaft,. ‘Stop sulking,’ he says to her when they are alone upstairs. ‘I did this for you, you know.’ ‘Taking me away from Seattle is the worst thing you could do,’ she says. ‘It isn’t,’ he says with that familiar menacing look in his eye. She shrinks back from that and goes to inspect the master bathroom. She doesn’t want to provoke him today of all days. Steph is a quiet, thoughtful woman with long dark hair. She made a great lawyer, but outside of that she is shy and timid around her husband. Adam is. It took me a while to find that the source of it was me this time. That tongue was soft and wonderful and coated with some sort of saliva that tickled every single nerve ending in my skin, sending shivers from my arm to my neck, down along my spine and around to the tip of my cock, as well as up into my brain where they exploded into fireworks. The Syn had no lips to speak of, but little teeth that nipped on me ever so gently.“We, the Syn, thank your species and you,” the silvery one with the. Although she obviously wasn't lowering her full weight on me as that alone would have probably just crushed me to death. Then she raised herself, allowing me to desperately take in some gulps of new, body odour filled air before lowering herself and sealing my face again. This process of slow suffocation continued with her raising, lowering herself about 6 or 8 times, and having this done to me by such an hideous ugly, fat woman made this the worst experience I can remember, which is why I try.