“Correct!” she said. She flipped her shirt closed and buttoned up, depriving me of the view. Again she cupped my balls in her hand. “What do we ...have here?” she asked. “My balls?” I again tentatively answered. “Wrong!” she said, turning the gentle hefting into a powerful squeeze. It started to hurt. “These are MY balls!” Shelly corrected.Shelly taught me to be a good Submissive and allowed me sexual release when it suited her. I was not allowed to masturbate, and I had to ask Shelly permission. “So, are you thirsty, son?”May asked me. The question somehow sounded a little strange to me in that tone and asked by another woman than my mum. But since she had told me to keep cool and since I re ally trusted her I just said I was. In fact I really was thirsty since my last drink had been mum’s pee this morning. May gave me a meaningful smile and turned to mum. “So sweetie, what’s about you? Would you like to water your son or do you think he’s fit enough to try a strange woman’s juices?”. He had already decided that I was something less than he would pick up after the dog." near tears I concluded "I decided that I needed to die."Looking at her, I figured I had shot my wad; she was going to run out of the room freaked beyond belief. Much to my surprise, she asked "What happened then?" She seemed enthralled by the story.Feeling the pain and humiliation of the past, I continued."I finally got through the story with my parents. Then came the police, every man I looked at had pity or. I know you’d might expect that I confess something about cheating my wife. Well, you are partially right. I had a sexual intercourse with someone that isn’t my wife. But what I am going to tell you is not what you were expecting from a story like this.Even before I got married, I became employee of a very important advertising agency. And the place had since a pro-women hiring stance. Every single department, from the highest to the cleaning jobs, had women working on it. It’s positive because.