?Kiss my boots.?Amy tried to hide her excitement as Ben gave her a sexy smile, looked around and then crouched down under the table. She had imagined ...how fantastic his lips would feel and now here he was wasting his kisses on her boots, where she couldn’t feel a thing.*It was now three weeks since Amy had locked Ben in the locker and sentenced him to a month in the chastity belt and she was already counting down the hours. It was late, she’d been drinking with friends and she couldn’t help. He tugged at his collar as he bent down to help her gather the papers while continuing to secretly eye her breast. Her nipples were prominently pushing against her silk polka-dot dress. They didn’t go unseen by Mr. Taylor.Once they stood up Mr. Taylor adjusted the lapels of his jacket and proceeded to make conversation with her. He tried but was unable to keep his eyes off her breast. She noticed his eyes and put a hand over the scooped-neck opening of her dress, pretending to be offended.“Are. In our sessions I found out that he tried a series of them. Side effects are awful sometimes. The couple that actually worked for him took away his sex drive. He said in one of our final sessions that he’d rather be fucking and crazy then not fucking at all.’ She quietly laughed a very sad laugh to herself. ‘He bolted after that and we filed soon afterward. ‘I also used Gene to work out things in my life from this marriage and our near marriage, my fucking around. One of the things I realized. Her tiny pale white hand stroked its way slowly down my chest and stomach, softly grabbing my cock. She continued to whisper in my ear as she slowly and deliberately pumped me.“Do you think your wife would like that monster inside her? Let her feel filled, like a woman should.“I moaned in response. I think Gretchen must have given Franz the eyes, because he moved over to my wife and pushed her down on her stomach. He started to massage her lightly while kissing her on her back. My wife's big.