He did, and he did it well. After awhile doing regular stuff his curiosity grew by a mile so that when I went to the bathroom to take a leak he follow...ed me in and flashed out his little penis, too. I told him to come into my room to play Nintendo DS and he happily went in. I encouraged him to ask me any questions about his penis and he trumped up a list of 'em. This is where the fun began. I used his questions to constantly whip out my dick and to pull down his shorts and underwear to fondle. I loved them both, for very different reasons.Next to me stood my Best Man, Sam Brownbock. Beside Sam stood Hawk as coequal-Best Man.Beside Jennifer, Summer Steele stood in as Maid of Honor. Beside Summer was Jennifer’s best friend from college, Henrietta Fremont. She and Polly were softly crying as Jennifer and I exchanged our vows and rings, then kissed passionately much to the amusement of our guests.As we walked through the reception line, our guests celebrated with us. It was so much fun. "And don't spill a drop of that icky sissy cum on my carpet, maid!"Her own efforts with the dildo barely eclipsed my own as I hungrilygrasped my little shaft and began stroking back and forth. My tempo wasslow at first, but built quickly as I watched my gorgeous wife fill herwet vulva with that rubber cock. And she was watching me just asintently, biting her lower lip and moaning. My orgasm was upon mequickly as my lusts were overwhelmed by the unbelievably erotic imagebefore me. But it was the. “This is beginning to sound more like a negotiation than a proposal. Okay, hit me. Figuratively, of course. Unless you want to.”“Once a year, on our anniversary,” he said, “I will ask if you want to remain my slave. And every year you will make a completely free choice. It will be your choice, not mine, but you will have to ask to continue being my slave.”She mused for a moment, then said, “And the second?”“If I’m going to show you mine, then you have to show me yours. If you want me to tell.