My legs were spread out from each other, wide. The result - I could no longer reach the floor, and I swung, just inches above.Naked, exposed like this..., I reached my subspace... I was no longer me, I was your plaything, and I accepted this. The pain made me feel alive... the vulnerability made me feel yours, totally at your command. I wanted you to take me so badly, but I knew that it would happen when you were ready, not me.You stood back and looked at me. I had some idea what you saw... a. At least I was home for Thanksgiving. It was the first year that all of us boys had been out of the house, and Mom went crazy making a big dinner for everyone. I teased our parents by telling Bobbie Joe about how Mom and Dad had been living a decadent nudist lifestyle since he moved away; Mom sputtered and denied everything, and Dad just laughed. So far Bobbie Joe was adapting to Duke quite well.Jack reported that he had been working harder and that he would be graduating on time. As he was. Greeted with a big smile the young lady said she was bored and was just hanging out. We have something in common, really she asked? I explained I was sitting in my truck surfing the web and watching the night go by. I introduced myself and we stood there and made small talk. She commented on the summer heat and I invited her to my truck, it's nice and confortable and the ac is kicking. With a very nervous Yes we headed over. Once in the truck she was amazed at the room and happened to notice. And in a transparent well-draped orange saree, exposed her deep navel.All of these mature women only had as much libido as me, but they had never lived wanting their husbands to be the only person to truly own them. They often pleased themselves watching porn, touching their pleasure spots thinking of other men, and sometimes even doing a little harmless flirting.They enjoyed being turned on by another man. And, today, I felt even I belonged to the same category.I was now reading the messages.