I went over and set on the end of the bed as he stroked it some more. For some reason I blurted out I want to suck it. His hand stopped and at first I... though he was going to hit me for being queer. I said why not you wanted to see your wife blow a dildo why not have the real thing. He looked around the room like someone else could have possibly been in there. Finally he said why not...a mouth is a mouth. I jumped at the oppurtunity and was stroking his cock for what seemed like an. I pushed the ticket through the exit barrier and ran to him, and felt his arms go around my waist. Ever conscious of my nakedness beneath the few clothes I was wearing, I returned his affection somewhat limply.I the car he asked me if I was regretting meeting him again, after such a long time apart, he was responding to my perceived lack of response to his powerful hug.I shook my head, 'No daddy', I replied coyly, I was noting his eyes were on the expanse of bar thigh I was showing, as I sat,. As the black guy walks away, another white guy comes forward. "Hey, baby," he says pleasantly as he grabs the rope around her waist and tugs on it, pulling her toward the couch. Stacy glances up, and can now see the rope is attached to a pulley in the ceiling. As he slides Stacy over to the couch like a piece of meat on a hook in a butcher shop, she wonders when this will all end? Stacy wonders if her husband has gotten around to missing her and called the police yet...she has no idea, thanks. And asthe minutes trickled by like sweet molasses, I realisedthat I wasn't completely devoid of emotion. Beneath myarctic detachment was a small geyser of warmth so subtle Ihadn't recognised it until that moment.It was relief.I stood up, automatically checking my stockings, andstepped away from the make-up table. Despite the dread I'dexperienced only ten minutes before, I was relieved. Themiserable, crushing weight of manhood had been eliminated;decades of anguish and self-loathing erased in a.