”I said, “I don’t here an answer?”She said, “To what?”“I asked you to marry me on the plane coming back from Las Vegas. You hem-hawed ar...ound. I never got a firm answer.”Ellen jumped into my arms.“YES!, Jim. Oh My God, YES, Baby, I’ll marry you!”Two months later, we were married in a small but nice ceremony in a country church since it was Ellen’s first marriage. Our families and some coworkers were in attendance.Three months later, we were going out to eat when Ellen handed me a small remote. Would she say it? Would she acknowledge that this man had absolute power over her gratification?“No.” she whispered and when I saw the Master’s (because that was how I saw him) eyes narrow I knew my wife was in trouble. He reached for something behind him on the dresser without even looking. I sat back again, my hands drifting to my cock. Damn I should have removed my jeans first. My wife must have heard my skin over the fabric for her attention suddenly went to the shadows where I sat. I. I felt sure your cock was about to explode in my mouth, then suddenly you pull me by the hair pushing me backwards to the floor, once more turning your attention to my sweet pussy. You go head down for my ultimate weak spot and begin vigorously teasing and sucking at my clitoris, knowing how much I love it, you take full advantage of my position, your tongue working every inch of my gapping vagina and it felt like heaven. Within minutes you have me moaning like a whore, my juices start flowing. .. yes,” I confessed.“I thought it might be,” he continued. “I’m so sorry Robbie. It was a mistake.”‘Don’t say that! It wasn’t a mistake! Tell me how lovely it was,’ I begged silently. ‘Tell me how you love me!’The tears were falling quickly now.“Did I really hurt you?” he asked‘Not as much as you’re hurting me now,’ I thought but outwardly just shook my head.“We’re still best friends, right?” he was continuing, trying to jockey me along.I nodded again as I tried to find my knickers to cover my.