Neepa took her fingers over my glans and at the neck of the penis, and put he fingers before me. I could see patches of my cum in her fingers.“What�...��s this? I told you not to masturbate. Now you’ll be punished.”She started pressing the vain on my penis with her finger and started rubbing my penis mercilessly.Each time I was going to cum she would have stopped denying me to cum. It was really frustrating. After some time, she all of a sudden putsthe nail of her index finger in my urethral. Funny how the brain can justify actions to suit your emotionally guilt ridden needs. Actually I had done a little more than just touch a cock. It was at a conference in Manchester. I had met up with her friend Robins husband Richard purely by accident. We were at two separate conferences in the city. Manchester United was playing a German club in a European final and the city had been fully booked by away fans. Richard and I were lucky to find a double room to share. We had a meal and probably. I am sure this is not what my wife wanted.So now in my life a fantasy would defiantly involve a man. Not just any man but a man who is a friend. A strong man who is a little older than we are may between 50 and up and in good shape and with a mental clarity, dominant, and knows what he wants and demands it. And not to mention a wonderfully large cock. When he comes over he is instantly the man of the house and I become his best buddy and servant. He has taken away my little penis by placing me. “Jim, thank you for letting me see this terrible horror. I would never have believed it if I had not seen it, and I would have been a victim by the end of the week. Let’s go by Jake’s place. I want my own shotgun and one for Joe, Jeff, and Sue.”“Don’t worry about Dad and Jeff, Mom. They can have the two shotguns that I used for hunting wild hogs. I have this AA-12 that Sam gave me to use for the duration. We’ll just get guns for you and Sue.”“Okay, Jim, whatever you say. As far as I am.