I stood up and told Stacy I had forgotten to bring a couple of beers and that I'd be right back. She nodded yes without really even looking up from t...he water. As I jogged back to the motor home I wondered if Stacy could be falling out of love with me. I was a good caring loving husband, but I knew I could never give her what Rick could. I got to the motor home and the truck and motor home were still there. I climbed up the steps and saw Rick at the kitchen sink getting a drink of water. . “But I didn’t do it for recognition. This is all because you had that interview in Forbes,” I protested.“Forbes was only interested in how much money I made. They didn’t care a thing about what you achieved in changing the community,” Jim said. “I’m an old man now. No one would think I was capable of dreaming up the course you charted for revitalizing a community without displacing the people who were there. My record, in fact, is just the opposite with Loring Neighborhood. I’m simply not. I immediately felt the urge to evacuate my bowels."The clerk at the novelty store recommended this. When she saw all the ass-fucking paraphernalia I was buying, especially the strapon harness, she knew immediately what I had in mind. She said all new ass sluts needed a thorough cleansing. I expect you will prepare yourself daily from here on without my assistance. Your ass is mine and I demand it be clean and ready at all times. Hold it for 5 minutes, faggot," my wife commanded as she sat down. Jim lays his body over mine, his voice husky in my ear, “I’m going to undo your wrists and ankles now...you have to promise me that you aren’t going to move, okay? I’ll move you, to where I want you. Okay?”I nodded, I had no idea where his game was going to go, but I was willing to find out. He took the clamps of my nipples, and suckled on them to get the blood flowing again. He kissed his way down my body, spending time suckling on my clit, leaving me so close to an orgasm, but then moved on,.