” “I am flattered at your offer master Wilhelm, but…this, this is adulterous.”Yanking her down, she falls sprawled atop him and before she can... even cry out in the least, he presses his lips to hers, making her eyes widen in surprise. He soon pulls his lips from hers leaving an almost rubbery string of saliva. With shimmering green eyes, she seems to give a silent answer to his request. “I shall…grant your wish—I shall allow only the pleasure of your warm mouth.”He can see the eagerness in her. "I know, baby," I cooed to him, "But this assures me that you won't masturbate, or let some nasty slut touch my cock. I told you, only I, or someone I say, can touch my cock. Do you understand?" I said, sternly intoning his mantra of obedience. Automatically he replied, "I understand, Mistress." "Your cock belongs to me now. It's mine, and mine alone, not yours. I have rid you of your cum. So from now on you'd only produce slave's cum. And only I decide what to do with slave's. From confidence comes everything!Watching the pretty palm petting my penis, I couldn't help but offer self-praise for decades spent takin' bayonets and bullets. Years battling abuse ― both physical and mental ― as well as denial, made times like these such sweet fruit!A wedding band on the ring finger of the petite paw pullin' my protuberance, caught the light.On the other side of the wall, I could hear low murmurs, as if the couple were whispering to each other. Retracting my throbbing cock, I. I knew that he was a writer — and understood what it meant to us. If he was working, he went into his office and closed the door. I wouldn't bother him, unless it was something urgent. When he wasn't working he was great with Millie. If I was tired, I could take a nap knowing our baby was in good hands — and that meant diaper changes, feeding and bathing, and naps.He did have to travel some, but it wasn't too often, and usually just for a day or two. His writing was progressing nicely. His.