I was so fricking close.Beads of sweat formed on my brow and I panted deeply as I ceased my onslaught and reached for the nightstand drawer, where I f...ound my torpedo-shaped friend. It was shiny and silver and I could see a distorted version of my contorted face in its mirrored surface. I turned it on and felt the tingling vibrations of the device I had named Sam and I could not help but smile remembering my embarrassment when Sue had given it to me as a gift.It was a gift that she used on me. It then announce that the costume parade is about to start and everyonein the contest should line up my wife stuff's the pacifier back in mymouth and wheels me over to the line and as the music starts she wheelsme around the room in the stroller for everyone to see then up and acrossthe stage as our names are announced with the other entries. I feel veryembarrassed but just can't seem to do anything but suck on the pacifierand watch everyone look at me as I'm wheeled around again then over to. The ominous voice frightened her."This is Sandy... uh... Sandra Robinson, that is! Did you... uh... did you want to speak with Lucy?" A cold chill ran down her naked spine."Damnit! Put Lucy on," the angry voice replied, "and hurry it up, will you?"Sandy carefully laid the telephone receiver down on the table and walked back toward the bathroom. She wondered who the angry man was. The voice sounded vaguely familiar, but she could not for the life of her think who it might be. She wanted to. I leaned over him and began kissing him again, but started unbuttoning his shirt. I had always wondered if his chest was hairy, and was happy to learn it was, but not too much. I kissed his chest, his nipples, his stomach, and allowed my mouth to travel down to the fly of his jeans. I heard David mumble my name, as if to protest, but I ignored him. I unzipped his jeans and found his penis large and half erect. I began kissing and stroking the shaft, feeling it come alive in my hands. David.