She prodded him repeatedly and painfully in the chest. ‘Sometimes I wonder if I have been wasting my time.’ Svetlana burst into tears of anger and... self pity. ‘FOR FUCK’S SAKE. . . STOP BEING SUCH A FUCKING WIMP’ David seriously wondered whether his ego could take any more of this, or his ears for that matter, as he went home ejaculation-less for the third week. But again he did some serious thinking. The next week started differently. The first thing David did was to throw the stopwatch out the. (Bed Time)I lay in the king sized bed, in the dark, and alone. I hear Connie moving around the suite, she’d come into the bed room once to get her bag of toys, saying “I’ll be back, is this OK”. Holding up the bag.“Yes, but she needs to sleep” I said, “she has a big day tomorrow too”.“Yes Sir.” She replied, hurrying out the bedroom door.She slipped back in about 5 minutes later. Shut the d****s, she turned to me, and looking down, asked quietly, “Are you going to hurt me, do I need my gag?. She winked and said yes,I often find men staring at them and i enjoy flaunting them in public.I was a bit surprised.I wanted to tell her to show me them but I was afraid and so moulded my words.i took a chance and acted like a diplomat.I told her ” I can fully embrace the beauty of your nature and your hair,but your beautiful breasts still remain covered,am I so unfortunate to embrace them completely” She replied ” A good orator haan!” She said she would show them to me but that my hands would. I found the feeling pleasant enough, but when a friend of my husband suddenly appeared unannounced, the look on his face triggered an immediate sexual response.I was of course bare breasted, nude from the waist up, and both my nipples were huge, and swollen, erect and seeping milk, the spare nipple dripping openly, with the milk dropping onto my tummy and running down into my crotch.He became flustered and I became horny, 'Can you pass me a towel', I asked him, and as he came loser to the bed,.