I want to lick her, to taste the sweet honey.’ ‘I’m sure you do. Next time, Enrique. Next time. For now, Constance, come here.’ ‘No,’ she ...sobbed into the rug. ‘Come here, sweet sister.’ ‘What about me?’ Enrique moved suddenly, and Constance heard a popping, ticking sound as of small items bouncing. ‘What about this?’ She didn’t want to look but opened one eye, and saw that he’d torn the fly of his trousers open rather than unbutton them in his haste. The rigid spear of flesh, thicker than. Then I put on my suspender belt and slipped the fishnets over my smooth legs. Thinking to myself, ‘I hope he approves.’ The deep lace top on the stockings looked stunning as I fastened them to the suspenders.Slipping on my new heels, the smile on my face was immense. I didn’t care if I could walk in them or not, they were Louboutin’s. My red painted toes looked beautiful with the fishnets as I stood in front of the mirror and took a photo, sending it to Dave.When I took the dress out of the. An extremely cold cloth was pressed against the point of injection and the doctor asked Alex to hold it tightly in place. Despite his extreme annoyance, he complied with the doctor's request and held the cloth there for several long minutes. Finally, the doctor came around, unfolded the chair into an examination table, and conducted a thorough examination. Alex was not fond of being prodded and poked in such ways, yet he knew that he was not at liberty to object. The table was folded. As the summer continued I met with all three men for lunch or after work for drinks making for some very interesting afternoon and early evening encounters. Hotel, parks, cars, anywhere we could find a place to fuck. I kept my weekends free for time with Doug and the kids but still was getting restless. Doug knew of every meeting beforehand and I would give him a detailed after the fact account afterward. It seemed the more graphic of details the harder my loving husband's cock would grow.