” Clive said. Clive wanted to hand job me off over his wife’s knickers!I must have had hundreds of hand jobs back at boys’ school, my wife regul...arly hand jobs me, but it had been years since another guy had done one for me. I’m as straight as they come but I wasn’t going to miss this chance of something kinky erotic. I let go of my cock and thrust my hips further forward for Clive’s hand.Clive had a long feel of my hairy balls and cock, then closed his thumb and forefinger round my shaft and. “You make my pussy so wet.”“I'm not your owner,” I groaned.“Of course you are, Master,” she purred, grinning at me. “Mmm, you are so hard. You need to be in one of my holes. I can suck you, or you can enjoy my pussy.” She licked again, pleasure racing down my dick to my balls.“If I'm your owner, then you have to listen to me.”“Command me, Master,” she purred, her hands shoved between her thighs, rubbing her pussy. She had stained my right boot with her juices, ruining the black polish. She was. He packed his clothes and the precious things that came from their marriage and shoved them randomly into his Volvo wagon and headed for Vancouver Island. Close enough to civilization and far enough to be ‘away’. They had talked about retiring to the Comox Valley many times, but Shannon’s disease, her treatments and finally her death put an end to that dream. And so she was gone, unable to share anything with him anymore. He checked into the Riverside Bed & Breakfast and the next day, made. .. , “ Lewis started to call Madeira a very derogatory slur, but I stopped him with a kiss straight to the lips, eager to see what it would resemble when I took command of another guy.I saw the change on Lewis’s face and in his eyes as he became my bitch for all practical purposes, utterly under my thumb and my spell, as it were. He was absolutely in shock, especially as I could sense that he had been very repressed and worked hard to convince himself that he was a perfect specimen of machismo,.