The Penny who wants to be a submissive slut. My husband does not understand my needs. How can he? He's a good, moral man. He loves me tenderly. He car...esses me gently. And I adore his sweet, sensual touch. But sometimes, many times, I secretly crave some not-so-soft touches. I am a faithful wife. I cannot bear the thought of betraying my husband or destroying my family. So I go online at night, when my husband is not home. And I watch dirty movies while I pleasure myself... repeatedly. Or I have. It was a serious, professional Martha I saw now. She gathered her briefcase and a printed list and led me down the hallway toward the lobby, explaining tersely the various offices and cubicles we passed, and then led me across the street toward a small diner."This is a New York you haven't seen yet," she said somberly. "It's the working part. The tough part." She paused and added, "The heartbreaking part."I asked as we crossed the hot, teeming street, "The people at Columbia sent you here?" No.. When he stood up after racking the balls, I could see that his cock was hanging down one leg of his boxers and, as it began to stiffen, it was creating a pretty clear outline of his shaft in his shorts. It was an impressive sight….his dick appeared to be about 8” long and fairly thick….and I was pretty sure it wasn’t fully erect yet.He caught me checking out his bulge and, when our eyes met, he nodded slightly and flashed another grin at me….this one seemed to be more conspiratorial than. Surely it was my imagination, but my dress seemed to almost take on a life of its own as I walked deeper and deeper into those woods. The soft, cottony material clung between my thighs, slithering back and forth and building up an undeniable friction in my... my... well, in an area that a proper young lady simply doesn’t discuss in public. I tugged the material free, but almost immediately it would worm its way back between my legs, seeming to become ever more insistent. The back of the.