The longer the day went, the hornier I found myself and the damper my undies became. It was hard to maintain a straight face as I went though the rout...ines of dinner and putting the kids to bed.Finally the time has come. The children are asleep, I have finished washing my face and doing my nightly rituals in getting ready for bed. Unless it is cold, I usually only wear long sleeping tee shirts to bed. So, dressed in a long pink night shirt with a sleeping kitten design on the front, I get into. "Next instruction:"Sweetie, I want you to suck my new fake cock." (He has done this once or twice before during foreplay, but only for a short time) Do you agree? Brad says, "sure, I guess"."Now here is the deal. My new toy squirts fake cum and I have it loaded right now. As long as you do not cum, I won't cum. But, if you have an orgasm, you agree to suck the cum out of my new toy. Do you agree to these simple terms?" He laughed and said "sure, but how long do I have to suck it?" I hadn't. ”“Hmm, but you’ll always be my squirt,” He grinned and I got the full effects of his dimples. “And I can’t help but notice you avoided the question…”Heat rushed to my cheeks as I contemplated sharing my predicament with Dan. He’s really smart, studying some fancy science degree at University and he’s had his fair share of girlfriends and one nightstands. But admitting that I can’t orgasm…? That’s pretty embarrassing, especially in front of someone as sexy as Dan. I didn’t want him to think of. They still enjoyed allowing their imaginations to run wild without being affected by the hormones. The head of their family and the one that fucked up went pale.“Let me see. Give twenty lashes per offense to the wives of family heads, the offender’s wife, and all his adult female children, including married ones. That sounds like a good start. I think a sharp, barbed, flexible shaft shoved into their various orifices is a bit too much, especially since it involves children,” I said, looking at.