He watched as the woman took some things out of a bag and the male with her stood waiting. Then she told the man to bend over face down on the table. ...Martin felt less conspicuous as others gathered to watch as well. The Dominatrix tied the males’ hands to the table using rings built into the table. Martin remembered being secured to a similar table for physical therapy. He never thought of the physical therapy table being used like this though. Soon the woman was doing all sorts of things to. Hepeeled off the panties, threw them on the pile and climbed into bed. Iforgot about going to pee and just laidthere until I went to sleep. Hard to do as horny as I was, but I didn'twant to get caught jacking off.The next day, my room mate had an early class and my classes were laterin the day. I got up, realized that i was wearing a chemise, bra andpanties that were covered with my room mates dried cum and was reallyhorny, but decided I should go wash all the collection. I put on amatching red. If his wife wanted war, she would have it. He wasn’t getting a vasectomy. He read somewhere that men with vasectomies were at a higher risk for developing Prostate Cancer, a disease nobody raised funds about or ran marathons for since it only affected men, not women. That night, he silently packed his bags and left the house. It wasn’t his house anyway. He barely spent time there. The married man was a homeless creature. The wife or girlfriend ruled the house. Even if the man paid for it with. “Right now the only ‘tip’ I care about is the tip of my cock that you keep running your fingers over, but there’s something different,” I couldn’t quite figure out what Cassie was doing to the head of my dick, but it felt unbelievable and strangely unlike anything I had previously experienced.“Oh, you noticed my engagement ring then, huh?” Cassie asked with a raised eyebrow. “I got it big enough to put it over my thumb and that way I can use it to play with your ‘frenulum’ ya know? I think.