"A good many husbands have stopped listening to their wives. That is, their husbands hear their words, but often don't understand the meaning behind t...hose words. In addition the husband and wife have gotten into a sexual rut. That magical spark, that once inflamed their passions has dimmed, or worst yet, gone totally out."Now, I come along, and I listen to them. I dedicate some serious time to getting to know a woman; I become her friend, a very good friend. I want to do what is best for the. She mumbled something about she could come back later when my clothes were done. I tried to engage her in more conversation as she shyly moved away from me and strode down the hall. I recognized her now, she was a young twenty something living with her mom while going to college somewhere nearby. They lived two doors down from me on the opposite side. I had only seen her from a distance until now. She was beautiful but it really didn't help explain anything about her kink, that so obviously. With my own punishment complete, Suzy-Jayne vigorously rubbed my buttocks before releasing me from the pillory and with my trousers pulled part way up, I awkwardly followed her back to the ‘schoolroom’ where I was guided to lay on the sofa. Standing over me and working my cock to full hardness with her hand, she slipped a condom onto me, “Did you enjoy being punished in the stocks?” she asked continuing to work my cock. “Yes, I loved it,” I replied, not wishing to embarrass her by explaining. .” she stammers. “I, uh, I saw a spider and it scared me. And I think the air is broken in here or something,” she shrugs. “I guess I didn’t realize I was sweating.”“Are you busy?”“I was working on grades,” she quickly answers. “I’m still catching up from my, uh, break.”“Well, if it’s stress or paperwork, I can help you with either,” he offers.Candace’s face cringes at the innuendo. “I don’t think I need help with either,” she says. “The break was enough, and I’ve got the paperwork under.