It would be another week before things were truly dangerous. Of course that didn’t matter, because they weren’t going to do that again. She needed... to make him see that.Monday, he didn’t speak to her or look at her. It stayed that way for the rest of the week, at school. He didn’t cut music. He couldn’t do that. But he could stand there, mute.Mindy noticed, of course. Her seasoned eyes saw the hurt, the anger, the ... rejection. But there wasn’t anything she could do. She tried to talk to him.. My only request was that he awaits me in the motel white boxer briefs. When I arrived, with a langerrie black mask and eye with a whip in his hand, opened the door and commanded that he would k** birthday kiss my feet, but ... four, walking like a dog, but not anyone else, he was my dog, and he came slowly creeping four, and stopped in front of me, I ordered him lick my feet. I gave him a whip, and told him to kiss my legs, all, front and back ... and he kissed her thighs ... Now he knew he was. I could barely disguise my excitement. Thiswent on for a while, then my wife led him to me by hishand and said “honey, I had enough. Let’s go home. Iinvited Jim , too. Do you mind ?” I could barely matterout “no, yes let’s go”.On the way home she got into the back of our car withJim, right into his arms. I could see in the mirrorthat I had adjusted for a better view that theycontinued the kissing and he was stroking my wife’sbreasts. She did not waste. But eventually, I presented my naked body in front of him.We'd discussed this moment many times, but as I look up at the bulge just straining to be released I was nervous."You know what your going to do slut" was all he said before he undid his fly.He tugged down his trousers leaving his underpants, I could clearly see the outline of his erect penis and his full balls. I wanted to taste, I was eager to please.His hands grabbed a fistful of my hair tightly and I whimpered from his clutches, My.