It was a marriage of political import…that I looked forward to as a means of escape. Do not get me wrong readers, It was by no means a happy consent... from my side, It was just that a wife enjoyed a different kind of freedom, one that would never be allowed to a daughter. As is the fashion of a good writer ,I should indulge you with some details. I had been a source of constant worry to my esteemed household since the day I first learnt to speak. It was not the manner of speaking I assure you,. That kiss was truly something. Her eyes were half closed and her face was flushed with the look of a woman who wanted her guy full package. But as I was abut to discover she would be the dominant partner and somehow that seemed okay with me. In fact, if anything, it enhanced my libido for her and when she ordered me to stand up I sort of did without hesitation. She sank to her knees and kneeled on the carpet facing me. I knew I had a very large bulge there but made no effort to turn or hide. He softly stroked her bare cheeks as he talked to her in a calm and relaxed manner. He lectured her on her behavior and let her know in no uncertain terms what she should expect at any time in the future when she did not comply to his rules, his authority. She lay in position over his knees compliantly as his words escalated her mindset into an almost hypnotic, euphoric state. Of all the positions that he used in her punishments, this position, having her draped over his knees was his favorite.. Tilting my eyes up to look directly into Shawn's I swallowed hard and pushed forward, the head of his cock pushing against then slipping into my throat as I continued to swallow, keeping myself from choking. Just an inch to go now, holding him with just my thumb and forefinger, my thumb massaging that spot at the base of his shaft, just between the base and his balls. Shannon's tongue was racing around my asshole, which clenched and released as if trying to trap his tongue. I felt him slide.