Will you...just....do...it?" What?" I asked, nose wrinkling and eyebrow raising "On your face like?" PLEASE!!"Giggling, and somewhat red-faced, I made... a promise I would. My, this was a strange one I thought but before long I was making sure I was eating all the don'ts on my IBS list before meeting up with Craig just so I had plenty of gas in the tank!In the end, Craig and I split up. But it wasn't long before I learnt that he wasn't alone in this fart fetish I once found so weird. ALL the men I. They can’t take their eyes off of her. Diane is submissive to me so when I tell her to wear one to go out, she does it. She knows that refusing to do so will result in a spanking.Two weeks ago we went to Walmart because I wanted to buy her a couple of "whore blouses" as I call them. A young man (David), perhaps 28, was shopping for his GF alongside us and I started a conversation with him. He was fascinated with Diane's tits. I asked him to come into the changing room with us and he did. I kept at it, working the other side. I knew from her reactions I was doing a whole lot right. Ashlynn was squirming and calling out my name. I grabbed her thighs tightly in my arms and said “Hold STILL”…then continued. She did her best, but it made her moan even more loudly. Within just a few more repetitions she was now rubbing her pussy on my face. I just continued to work from clit to vagina and back again, enjoying her sexual torment.Ashlynn was beginning to squirm again. She couldn’t help. Not even bothering with a nightgown, she went to bed naked. And dreamed. She was a fair-sized woman but he was a giant and he was not ravishingher in the traditional sense of the word. He didn't have her on her backin missionary position while he held her down and poured his masculinity toher in eight-inch doses. Instead, he lay on his back and she was on topand she wasn't even lying down atop him. She was sitting, legs extended,her full ass firmly spiked on a prodigious prod that was not going.