You've hurt me, you've beaten me we're even! Let me go!". I responded by cracking the back of my hand into her face, tightening my grip on her throat.... I drew out a knife and giggled in sensual, girly way as her eyes widened, I had no intention of cutting her unless she really gave me trouble, but she didn't know that. I took the knife and replaced my hand's grip on her neck with it by placing its cold steel to her throat. She froze, and I knew she wouldn't move now. I smiled and lifted her. Little by little, she pushed more and more while slowly going deeper and deeper onto my cock. She had never really liked ass play and she usually did not try to take me deep into her throat, so I was in heaven. Finally, as I tried to be gentle with the toy, she came off my cock and started to lick the head. Then she went straight down, taking my cock all the way into her mouth and at the same time, she pushed back on the toy past the widest part of the butt plug, and it slid fully into her ass. We both look up and see Bruce who is standing there with a wide grin on his face. I return his smile and say, "Come on in, Bruce!" Bruce's muscular frame fills the doorway. "Surprise!" I say. Michael's face is flushed with embarrassment. "Well, hello, Bruce, welcome to our home!" I say. Michael is kneeling, embarrassed, and nervous. "Michael, this is Bruce, Bruce, this is my husband Michael." I continue. My husband looks up at the beautiful stranger. "Um, hi." He says. Bruce comes over to me. I left a little early and had a glass of wine waiting for Ken. As soon as he walked in, I ran up to him and gave him a big hug. He was confused by my spontaneous behavior. He asked me what the occasion was. I told him, as calmly as I could, about my promotion. He was dumbfounded. Ken looked at me and said, "It's your tits. John was hypnotized by your tits. He's in a trance. Do you think he expects anything in return? Do you think he expects you to be his play toy? Is he going to be.