I saw you, poundingyour peter while we made love. Well, today, we're going to get. you oneof those cock cages, so there will be no more of that. You'l...l getreleased every week when we're all together. But that's it."Huh? She was fucking another man, and she was upset that I hadmasturbated? She wanted to put a clamp on my dick so I could drive iton weekends like it was a classic sports car?According to Sarah, I wasn't savoring sex enough. I wasn't letting theidea of someone else controlling my. I would draw designs on them for a couple hours or so.Each time, drawing something different, releasing parts of theirpersonality on them and sometimes mixing it with mine depending on both ofour attitudes or feelings at the moment towards one another. To mepermanent tattoos or drawing tattoos with art markers that in time fadeaway intensify a woman’s beauty and it makes me hunger for them even more.For one reason and one reason only it releases the complete self or soulif you want to look at. And just like that, I bent my head in one fluid movement and took his cockhead in my open mouth. Once again he was dead right. It tasted great and it felt amazing inside my mouth. I took my time savouring it and exploring the new textures and flavours with my tongue when he got impatient, put his hands on my head and started pushing downwards firmly. I let my head relax and opened my mouth as wide as I could to accommodate as much of his cock as possible. Two thirds down I started gagging. When the cab pulled away from the curb, I stood in front of the house; I was wondering if Bill was asleep or not, maybe he was awake, what do I tell him? I never, ever lied to him before today. Now what do I do? Do I keep it up, I know if I tell him the truth he will freak. He will divorce me, He will be so mad he may even want to hit or hurt me. I slowly walked up to the door, I found the hidden key, and went inside.The house was dark, and quiet as could be. I made my way to the bedroom and.