In entering this relationship I’ve quit work, for the most part, and embarked on a mostly traditional life and I’ve abdicated my responsibilities ...to my ‘husband’. No, it’s not a legal thing, but that’s what he is. The term for this is, ‘Taken in Hand’, and the lifestyle is thoroughly satisfying to me. It is LIBERATING to me. In giving up so much I’ve become free. I don’t worry about work, commuting, travel, stress, pressure, and I also don’t worry about my home life because it’s settled quite. I'm not tempted to run of and leave him or anything. I'm just not sure about the sex thing, it's like I'm missing out on something."Stevie sat back and pondered her comments; the last thing he wanted is to get mixed up in some marital problem. Julia looked over and grinned. She'd realised that she'd unwittingly placed Stevie in an awkward position, but he was the first person she'd felt comfortable enough to explore her sexuality with him. Turning attention back to the magazine article, she. The shorts covered most of the bruised areas, but it was very obvious that something was strained at best, as I limped towards my rich chocolate colored cowhide leather Lazy Boy chair. Jill obviously knew how to operate the chair and moved the handle to lift my legs and lower my upper body as she asked, ‘How in the world did you do that, James?’ I placed my hands over my hidden penis to prevent her from overreacting to what I considered to be a minor injury that would self-heal in a few days. . A few last spurts splashed into her mouth. Her tongue darted around my urethra, licking at my folds. Pleasure fluttered through me as she stroked me. My moans echoed through the shower as she lapped me clean, her tongue stud hard against my sensitive petals.“Oh, my god, Dandi!” I gasped, my large breasts heaving as my girlfriend's tongue darted around my labia. “Yes!”I was so turned on now. My eyes fluttered as my back arched. Her tongue thrust into the depths of my pussy. She stirred around.