You can’t hide them. You can bury your flushed, blushing face into your bed; the erectile tissue causing your hairs to stand on end is quite indepen...dent of your will. Involuntary. Smooth skin becomes dimpled, each individual dimple, apparently, sensitive to the actual ridges of my fingerprints.‘Please…’I’m suddenly aware that you’re there: waiting, and that my own, selfish, hypnotic enjoyment of your skin is not why we’re here.‘What?’You screw your face up. The pain of being forced; compelled. When I first saw J.C. he was experimenting with individually plastic wrapped pieces, using a gas as a preservative. On the positive side, not only was the meat very tasty, the price he'd quoted me to sell his products compared quite favorably with Earle's.I drove over to Clackamas that afternoon to see how J.C. was coming with solving his mold problems."It's looking pretty good right now, Ralph. Look at these three pieces." J.C. handed me three of the individually wrapped long, skinny, meat. "Mmm, that feel so nice," she sighed and she moved her legs slightly nearer so that I could get at them better.Slowly, up and up her thigh I went and just as I got near the top, her legs opened, just a bit, to allow me access. In all our twenty years of marriage she had never encouraged me like this before. My hand found her sopping pussy and I slid two fingers straight into her."Oh yes, that's so nice," she sighed.This wasn't the wife I've known for so long but some new woman."Oh yes," she. Justone strap around under her breasts and the chair back kept her in position andI unbuckled the head harness, put one hand on her forehead and used the otherto work the ball from between her teeth.? Shedidn?t say a word as she watched me cross the room to the sink and fill a glasswith cool water. ?I also ran the water towarm for soaking a face cloth, threw a towel over my shoulder and returned tohold the glass so she could drink. Theglass empty I put it down and gently wiped her face to.