Mr_GumbyX
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I finally found it
Written by VMSmith in 1996
I have had the most exciting year! I have had a fantasy revolving around female domination, but my wife was never willing to indulge in the fantasy with me. Then my birthday came. At the end of the day, Diane had still not given me a present. When I went to get into bed, I found a brightly wrapped box sitting on my pillow. I opened it to find a photo album. Inside was a picture of Diane in a lacy white dress. The lighting was such that her silhouette was visible through her dress.
I was confused though since this was the only picture in the album although there were several empty pages. Just then Diane came into the bedroom wearing a very sexy teddy. She wished me "Happy Birthday" and then kissed me deeply. The kiss led to a leisurely session of foreplay. Some time later Diane climbed astride me and began to slowly ride my cock.
She asked me if I had enjoyed my present. I told her that I had, but that I was wondering about the empty pages. Diane then informed me that there was a second part of the gift. She advised me that she was now willing to indulge in my female domination fantasy for one year. This news excited me and the rate of my thrusts increased making my wife's ride a bit bumpier. Diane told me that for the next year, I was to act as her sexual slave. She would decide when, where and how we had sex. She would determine when I could come. I was never to turn down any sexual demand of hers - no matter how outrageous. And finally, one night a month, I was to pick-up and take care of the kids while she went out on the town. I was not to ask her any questions about her evenings out and on those nights I would find a package containing additional photos for my album.
Diane then said that if I broke any of her rules at any time, that the fantasy would immediately end and she would never indulge my fantasy again. She then asked if I was willing to accept the rest of my present. I yelled "Yes!" just as I exploded deep in her pussy. "Great" she said, "Now you can start being my slave and clean up your mess." With that she lifted herself from my cock and straddled my face. She had shaved her pussy a few days before and her slick cunt was wet and sticky from our combined juices. She rode my tongue and made me lap up my come until she had had two powerful orgasms.
I spent the next month learning my role as a sex slave. I learned how to eat pussy for hours on end and I became an expert at massage. Then one Friday afternoon I received a call from Diane. She told me that I was to take care of the kids and that she would be home later. She also told me that I would find an envelope of pictures under my pillow. My cock swelled in anticipation.
I got the kids fed, bathed and in bed in record time. I crawled into bed and opened the envelope. Inside was a picture of Diane in the same white dress that she had on in the first picture. However, in this one she was kissing a tall black man. His back was to the camera, but I could clearly see that his hand was inside the top of the dress and cupping her left breast. The picture was so exciting that despite my mistress' strict warning, I began to masturbate and quickly came all over the sheet.
At about 2 a.m. I heard Diane's car pull into the garage. She came into the bedroom and when I told her I was awake she turned on the light so I could watch her undress. She took off her high heels. With her back to me, she slipped out of her dress to reveal that she was only wearing a garter belt and stockings! She came over to the side of the bed and placed a foot on the rail of the waterbed and slowly rolled off her stockings. First one leg and then the other. This put her pussy only inches away from me. She had begun to let her pubic hair grow back and it was now a nice downy patch around her pussy lips. Her pubic hair was wet and matted and the musky smell of sex permeated the air. There was no doubt that she had been freshly fucked.
As she undressed she asked how I had enjoyed the picture. I told her that it was great and then asked who the man was. She whirled around and slapped me hard across the face. "No questions are allowed" she snarled. Then she smiled, "I guess you can have one mistake, but don't make it again." She then climbed into bed and immediately straddled my face. I began to lick her slit and sample the salty taste of another man's sperm in her warm pussy. "His name is Steve" she whispered. When she had had an orgasm my wife rolled off my face and pointed to the wet spot on the sheet. She asked if I had masturbated and when I sheepishly admitted that I had, she said "Well, I hope it was good because you won't have another orgasm for a month!"
True to her word, one month later I still had not enjoyed an orgasm. She, however, had a very active month with nightly bouts with one of her vibrators or my nimble tongue. Again, I received a call at work with my wife advising me that she was again going out on the town. Once the kids were in bed I found my promised envelope and quickly opened it. Inside was a another picture of Diane and Steve. This time she was facing the camera with Steve standing behind her. Her dress was gone and she was wearing a matching white bra, garter belt and panties with white stockings. Her bra was half off and Steve was cupping her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers and nuzzling her neck. From the expression on her face she was clearly enjoying his attention.
I awoke when Diane kissed me at 3 a.m. She had already stripped and crawled into bed. The moment I saw her, my cock sprang to attention. She reached under the covers and felt my rigid cock. She smiled and said, "I see you were able to control yourself, so I guess you may have a reward tonight." She then arranged herself on top of me into a sixty-nine position. Her pussy was wet and salty and I knew that I was licking another man's come from her cunt. Diane said that she would suck me, but I was not to come in her mouth and was to give her plenty of warning before I came. Given my month of celibacy, I was ready to shoot in no time. I yelled that I was near and she rolled off me and pushed my legs up over my head. She then grabbed my cock and began pumping it. I shot what seemed like gallons of come all over my face. Laughing, Diane crawled to her side of the bed and went to sle-ep.
During the next month, I did something that caused her displeasure which resulted in her shaving my pubic hair and being refused any sexual release until it had grown back to her satisfaction. Thus, when it came time for her evening out, I had not enjoyed an orgasm for almost two weeks. This time my envelope seemed thicker and when I opened it four photos tumbled out. In all of the pictures, Diane was wearing nothing but the garter belt, hose and panties -- her bra was now gone. The first picture showed my wife ripping Steve's shirt open. Her arms were a blur and some of the buttons were caught in mid-flight. The second photo showed off Steve's flat stomach and muscled chest. Diane was pulling the remnants of his shirt off of his arms while sucking one of his nipples. In the third picture Steve's shirt was gone and Diane was reaching for the buckle of his belt. In the last photo Steve's pants were gone and my wife was on her knees before him, her hands tugging at the waist band of his bikini undershorts while she ogled the obvious bulge in his briefs.
At about 2 a.m. Diane arrived home. She stood over the bed with a pair of shiny handcuffs dangling from her finger. She ordered me out of bed to kneel at her feet. I immediately obeyed and she sat in a chair and removed her shoes. With her stockinged foot she tickled my balls and cock saying how pitiful I looked with my stubble of pubic hair. With that she proceeded to lock my hands behind my back with the handcuffs. She then piled all of the pillows into a mound on the bed. Stepping out of her dress she climbed on the bed and knelt over the mound of pillows. In this position her butt was raised up high and beautifully framed by her garters. She ordered me to climb on the bed and kneel behind her. Thinking that I was to be allowed to fuck her ass, I quickly complied. However, as I climbed on the bed, she reached up on the headboard and grabbed her six inch vibrator. She flicked it on and pushed it into my mouth. "Fuck my ass with this slave" she said mockingly. I lowered my head and pushed the phallus into her ass. Her rear passage was already wet and slick and she showed no pain or discomfort from the penetration. Clearly someone had recently plowed this passage! As I worked her ass with the vibrator, she reached for my photo album and began to flip through the pages. She began to taunt me by commenting on Steve's ebony body and muscular build. When she reached the last page showing her pulling down his briefs she giggled and said, "Just wait until you see his cock!" With that my cock erupted even though I had not touched it. Diane felt some of my come hit her leg and she laughed. She then began pushing her ass back against the vibrator and after a few minutes she had a satisfying orgasm. She pulled away from the vibrator and took it from my mouth. Then she pushed my face into the pool of sperm and made me lick it up. I spent the night in the handcuffs and she refused to remove them until the next morning -- after she had reshaved my pubic hair!
I made a concerted effort to be especially attentive to my wife's needs and desires for the next month so that by the time her next night out came around my cock and balls were surround by a sparse growth of hair. This time the envelope only contained two photos. The first showed Diane pulling down Steve's underwear to reveal a long and thick cock. In the first picture his cock was only semi-erect, but still impressive. The second photo showed his cock fully erect at about eight inches with my wife on her knees licking it. After going another month without coming, it took a supreme effort of will and a fast cold shower to keep from spurting my load. At three a.m. my wife arrived home. The first thing she did was to check how hard my cock was to see if I had come from looking at her latest photos. When she was satisfied that I had been good she instructed me to kneel at the foot of her chair. She fastened the handcuffs on my wrists securing my hands behind my back. Stripping off her dress and damp panties she grabbed an eight inch vibrator and sat in front of me. She began to massage my cock and balls with her stockinged feet as she slid the pulsating vibrator into her pussy, its swollen lips gripping the pliable plastic. Warning that I was not to come, she ordered that I describe how beautiful Steve's cock was. I cannot describe the tension created by being required to praise another man's penis while a beautiful woman caressed my engorged cock and balls with the silk of her stockings and watching her large vibrator stroking in and out of her cunt, already coated with juices that I knew were sperm. After fifteen minutes of this teasing, my wife's feet fell from my cock and she concentrated solely on bringing herself to orgasm. Although I felt like I had just run a marathon, I had not come! Although I was pleased with my performance, Diane was not. She insisted that I had not been generous enough in my praise of Steve's cock. Although I begged and pleaded, I went to bed that night once again clean shaven.
After two months of tongue baths, massages, and utter devotion to Diane and with no relief for myself, my cock was super sensitive. It was constantly erect and threatened to explode at the slightest stimulation -- just putting on my pants was a frustration. Arriving home on the appointed night, I was surprised to find Diane's car parked in the garage. Fearing that she must be sick I hustled the kids inside, but found no trace of her. There was no note, but an envelope was neatly tucked under my pillow so I went through my normal evening routine. Once the kids were asle-ep I stripped and pulled the envelope from under my pillow. Sitting on the bed I ripped open the flap and discovered two pictures. The first I expected.
It was a close-up of Diane on her knees with most of Steve's cock stuffed in her mouth. The second picture was a total surprise. It was a close-up which showed my wife kneeling and facing the camera. In her right hand she held Steve's erect penis and she was licking the head of his cock. In her left hand she was holding a stiff white penis and was licking its head at the same time! This new cock was also about eight inches long, but not as thick as Steve's.
The moment I saw this second picture, my cock spurted its load. The first pulse sent a stream of come splashing against the wall five feet away! In seconds I was drenched in sperm. Although the relief was fantastic, I knew that I was in trouble.
I heard the bedroom door open at about 4 a.m. Diane stood at the door and switched on the light. She had a wry smile on her face and walked to the bed. Slowly she bent down to kiss me. As our lips touched, she took my head in her hands and held me tightly to her. I felt her tongue brush against my lips and I opened my mouth to accept her devilish tongue. Instead, a mouthful of come fell from her mouth and into mine. I instantly realized that she had blown her lover (or lovers) just before coming into the house. Knowing that her sexual act had taken place right outside the front door and only seconds before seeing me excited me beyond belief and for the second time that night, my cock erupted without being touched. Diane laughed at my predicament. "I'll have to tell Dave how much you like his come!" she taunted. Then she went into the bathroom and returned with my razor. Handing it to me she said, "You may come back to bed when you're baby smooth again." As I took the razor and headed for the shower she called after me, "Be sure you don't cut off anything important!" and laughing, crawled into bed and quickly fell asle-ep.
A month later found me opening an envelope which contained three photos. The first showed Diane on her hands and knees sucking on Steve's cock with Dave kneeling behind her and literally ripping her panties off of her. The second shot showed her still sucking Steve's cock, but now Dave's cock was buried in her pussy. The last photo was a close-up of her face. She was drenched with come, some splattered in her hair and some dripping from her lips. The photo also showed the end of Steve's cock and come was dripping from it as well.
That morning, Diane had made a point of having me fetch a pair of panties for her. I knew, therefore, that she had left for work that morning wearing a pair of blue bikini panties. I learned the purpose of this show when Diane strolled in at about 1 a.m. She let her dress fall to the floor as she walked into the bedroom leaving her in nothing but her garter belt, hose and high heels. Kicking off her shoes she climbed on top of me and lowered her dripping cunt to my mouth. Without saying a word she began to ride my tongue. She rubbed her pussy back and forth across my chin which often made my tongue slip from her pussy and brush her asshole.
Both her pussy and ass were slick with sperm. When she finally came, she rolled off of me and retrieved her purse. Reaching inside she pulled out her blue panties. Holding them gingerly, it was plain to see that they had been ripped and torn and the waistband had been broken. Climbing back on the bed, Diane wrapped the panties around my cock and began to masturbate me. With her permission, I came in the panties. She milked me dry and used the panties to soak up all of the sperm. She pushed the panties into my mouth and then went to sle-ep.
The next month's packet of pictures contained a picture of Diane cleaning the come from Steve's cock. The second photo was a close-up of her ass showing come dripping from her pussy and a glob of sperm spurting from the end of Dave's prick and headed for her ass.
Diane didn't come home until 9 a.m. the next morning. She strolled in with a wistful smile on her face. She greeted the kids, gave me a deep kiss while discreetly squeezing my cock. She said she needed some sle-ep and headed toward the bedroom. As she walked down the hall, I saw that the juices from her pussy were literally running down her legs!
During the next week my wife told me that Dave had the ability to prolong his own orgasm which enabled him to give her multiple orgasms every time he fucked her. She decided that I needed to learn this technique and proceeded on a training regimen. After achieving one or two orgasms from my tongue or from one of her vibrators, Diane would then have me fuck her in a position of her choosing. I was not to come until she had granted her permission. If I was unable to wait until her command, then the next evening, instead of enjoying intercourse, I would be required to masturbate while looking through my photo album and the moment I started to come, Diane would begin to spank me with a leather paddle. Toward the end of the month, I was actually making some progress in my self-control.
On the Friday that I was expecting my wife to announce her next escapade, the city was having a terrible rainstorm. I was awaiting her usual telephone call and was, therefore, surprised when the receptionist buzzed my office and told me Diane was in the lobby. I went to the lobby and greeted her with a chaste kiss. She had on her London Fog raincoat that was buttoned tightly. She told me that she was going out and instructed me on what to fix the kids for dinner. I was still confused as to why she had decided to deliver her message in person. I walked her to the elevator and kissed her good-bye. She stepped into the empty elevator and as the doors began closing she opened her coat to show that all she was wearing were her shoes!
A few hours later I was opening another envelope to find one picture. Diane was laying on a table. The photo was taken at the end of the table so her pussy was in the foreground and her head in the background of the picture. She was still dressed in only her high heels, garter belt and hose. Steve and Dave were on either side of the table sucking on her tits. Her legs were spread wide and there was the hand of a third man fingering her pussy.
I awoke when the lights suddenly came on. It was 3 a.m. and Diane was standing at the door, still in her raincoat. She ordered me out of bed and used her handcuffs to secure my hands behind my back. She then got a scarf and used it to blindfold me. Pushing me into a chair I heard her unbuttoning her coat and letting it fall to the floor. She grabbed my cock and her soft caress quickly brought it to a full erection. Straddling me she slid down on to my shaft. Her pussy was wet and sloshy from her lovers' come. She pulled my head to her breasts and told me to lick just her nipples. I dutifully complied as she began to slide up and down my cock. After a few minutes she untied the blindfold and let it fall away. I had continued to lick her nipples so my eyes were only inches from her breasts. Her breasts were covered with small, purple hickeys! The sight was so exciting that I came without her permission. After having me lick my come - and that of her lovers - from her pussy, she told me that I would have to pay for my transgression.
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Part 2
The next day my wife made a phone call and said that she would be going shopping later. About an hour later the phone rang and she answered it and had a quick conversation. Hanging up the phone, she grabbed her purse and went into the garage calling back over her shoulder, "Don't wait up!" Although I heard the garage door open and close, I didn't hear her car starting. A few minutes later I checked the garage and saw that her car was still parked there. My cock swelled at the idea of my wife out on another adventure.
At midnight I awoke as my naked wife was climbing onto my face. She had a powerful orgasm as I licked her pussy clean. Rolling off of me, she gave me a paper bag and ordered me to open it. Inside I found a leather hood which would completely cover the eyes and ears of the wearer leaving only an opening for the mouth, a ball gag and an eight inch plastic dildo which ended in a studded mound which was clearly meant to rest against a woman's vagina. The fake cock was attached to a harness to fasten it around a woman's waist. My wife ordered me to fetch my handcuffs and some K-Y Jelly. She fastened my hands behind my back and inserted the ball gag in my mouth. Ordering me to kneel on the bed, she then took her time stepping into the harness and adjusting the fake cock. A few minutes later she climbed on the bed and I learned what it felt like to be fucked up the ass. She continued humping me until we had both come. She pulled out of my ass and I fell forward in a lump. She let me sle-ep with the handcuffs and ball gag in place. During the next month, Diane fucked me with her fake cock at least ten times. She insisted that I prolong my orgasm until given permission and failure meant an immediate spanking. By the end of the month, I was finally getting some small measure of control.
Our anniversary was at the end of the month and we made plans to go out to dinner alone on that night with a close friend of Diane's baby-sitting the kids. I was quite surprised though to find an envelope tucked under my pillow the night before our date. I asked Diane why I was getting the pictures before her night out and she just said, "Some things came up."
With my wife looking on, I opened the envelope to discover three pictures. Diane was still lying on the table attired in her high heels, garter belt and hose. Steve and Dave were still sucking her tits, but the third man's hand was now lathering her pussy. The second photo showed the third man's hands shaving her pussy with a straight razor; one hand holding the lips of her vagina taut while the other wielded the razor. The final photograph showed the third man with his head buried between her thighs, lapping at her pussy while Steve and Dave continued to feast on her nipples. It was now possible to tell that this third man was also black and that he had a thick beard. My wife smiled broadly as I ogled the pictures and told me that the new man was "Big Bad John." Although I was very excited, Diane refused to engage in any sex and instead insisted that we both go to sle-ep in order to conserve our strength for the next evening.
The next night, we both dressed up for our anniversary dinner. Diane's friend, Gail, arrived to take care of the kids. Diane had been telling her of the advantages of female domination and trying to convince her to put her own husband under strict female control. Every time she would look at me she would laugh and when no one was within earshot she taunted me by asking, "How long as it been since your little pecker got some pussy?"
We finally got away from Gail and left for our evening together. I thought we were going to a restaurant downtown, so I was surprised when my wife pulled the car into a nearby resort. We ate a very nice meal in their lounge, but as we were leaving my wife led me to the elevators. We went to an upper floor and walked down the hall. Producing a room key, we entered a guest room. The room contained the usual table, chairs and desk/dresser combination. It also had two king-sized beds. On one of the beds was a small over-night case.
Diane ushered me into the room and shut the door behind us. She ordered me to remove my jacket and then to take off my pants, undershorts, shoes and socks. She made it clear that I was to leave my shirt on. As I complied with her directions, Diane stripped down to a very sexy dark blue teddy. Diane opened the over-night case and pulled out her handcuffs. Securing my hands behind my back, she ordered me to kneel in the middle of one of the beds. Taking the pillows from the bed, she piled them under my stomach, raising my naked ass high in the air.
Reaching into the small suitcase again she pulled out her fake cock. Unsnapping the crotch of her teddy, she stepped into the harness and adjusted the base of the dildo against her golden pussy and pulled the straps tight. With the dildo jutting from her crotch, she reached into the bag again and brought out a tape player with headphones. She put the headphones on my head and adjusted the small speakers over my ears. Once again she reached into the bag and pulled out the ball gag and the leather hood. She quickly shoved the ball gag in my mouth and then pulled the hood over my head.
Suddenly, my ears were filled with the sounds of a loud, heavy-metal band! With the hood over my head, I couldn't see anything and between the hood and the music blaring in my ears, I could not hear anything. I had no way of knowing where my wife was or what she was doing.
After a few minutes, I felt the bed shift and then her cock was pushing into my ass. She pounded into my behind with a fury and my own cock swelled. Fearing her certain reprisal for coming without permission, I fought to control my impending orgasm. Luckily, she ceased her assault on my poor ass. With her fake cock still imbedded in my ass, she held perfectly still. When I had regained my composure, she began sliding in and out of my behind with slow, rhythmic strokes. Soon, I was once again on the verge of orgasm. And once more she stopped moving just in time. This starting and stopping continued for over an hour. At the end, I was a quivering mass. My shirt was soaked with sweat. I had been successful in delaying my orgasm, but I would have killed to be able to come at that moment.
Finally, the cock was removed from my behind and I felt her get off the bed. A few minutes later, the bed shifted again and someone got on the bed in front of me. I had assumed that my wife was on the bed in front of me, but the ball-gag was removed and my mouth was pulled to a woman's pussy. I recognized the taste of sperm in the woman's slit, but this pussy was clean shaven, so I knew it must belong to some other woman.
The woman I was licking began to come. She pulled my face deep between her legs and clamped her thighs around my head, her hips bucking and pushing my tongue deeper and deeper into her cunt. When her orgasm subsided, she released her hold on my head. The music was finally shut off and the ringing in my ears slowly faded. The woman then removed the hood.
Sitting before me was my wife! Her legs were spread wide, her pubic hair gone and the lips of her vagina swollen and gaping open. Even with all of the licking and sucking that I had done, sperm was still dripping from her cunt. A quick glance around the room showed that the other bed had been used by several people although we were clearly alone now. My gaze finally came to rest on my wife who was smiling lewdly. As it slowly dawned on me that one of my wife's lovers had been fucking my ass while my wife had her pussy shaved and then fucked in the other bed, my cock erupted in a tremendous orgasm. The strength of the orgasm was unbelievable, almost causing me to black out. Laughing at my transgression, Diane turned over and presented me with a view of her ass which was also coated with come. Without waiting for her command, I drilled my tongue into her ass sucking the come out of her rear passage.
When Diane was finally sated, she went into the bathroom and took a shower, leaving me still shackled and kneeling on the bed. When she was done, she came back in the room, dressed, and reapplied her make-up. When she was all ready, she unlocked the handcuffs and told me to get dressed and packed up and she would see me in the car in five minutes. I am just glad that no one I knew saw me rushing through the hotel lobby -- I'm sure I must have made a frightening sight in my condition.
When we got home, my wife asked Gail to help her with my punishment for coming without permission. With Gail looking on, I was ordered to strip and then bring them my razor and shaving cream. The headphones and hood were then put on me and my hands again locked behind my back. I was pushed onto the bed and the music began blaring in my ears (apparently so Diane could tell Gail all about her evening without my hearing the details). Then Gail's hairy pussy was straddling my face and I ate her cunt as she and Diane shaved my pubic hair.
I didn't get any sexual release for the next month and Diane spent most of her free time tutoring Gail in the finer points of female domination. Then one Friday morning my wife left for work telling me not to wait up for her. That evening I found my envelope under my pillow. Unlike the earlier envelopes, this one had "Big Bad John" written across it. Inside were six pictures. The first showed Diane licking and stroking a HUGE cock. It looked like a huge, black pole. Diane later bragged that it was almost eleven inches long and as big around as her wrist! The second picture showed her trying to stuff the cock in her mouth. It was so large though that she was only able to get her lips around the head of the cock.
The third picture showed Diane on her back with Steve and Dave holding her legs spread far apart and pulled up over her head. Diane's hands were pulling her vagina open and John's cock head was rubbing against her gaping hole. The next picture showed John's cockhead pushing into her cunt. The fifth picture showed about half of John's cock in her pussy. The final picture showed John lying on his back with Diane sitting astride him -- his entire cock buried to the hilt in her cunt -- with Diane clearly experiencing a powerful orgasm.
Diane showed up about noon the next day. She went right to bed and slept until about four in the afternoon. When I went into see her, she threw back the sheet to show that sperm was still leaking from her well-fucked pussy. That night, Diane let me fuck her. Usually her pussy fits snugly around my cock, but that night her pussy was still so stretched that my cock thrashed loosely in her cunt. Even without the snug fit of her pussy, the thought of those pictures made me erupt within a few minutes.
Last month, my wife once again called on a Friday afternoon to tell me to take care of the kids. This was the beginning of a three-day weekend. That night I found my promised envelope. Inside were four photographs. The first showed Diane sitting astride John with his cock completely buried in her pussy. Steve was fucking her in the ass and she was deep throating Dave. The second picture showed her face drenched with Dave's come. The third picture showed Steve's prick spurting come all over her ass. The final picture showed her pussy just inches above John's erect cock. His cock was slick with her juices. Her pussy was coated with sperm and a huge glob of come was falling from her shaved pussy. Just then the phone rang. I answered it, but it was a few seconds before Diane greeted me. Over the phone I could hear loud slurping sounds as well as guttural moans.
Then Diane asked if I liked my present and she told me that she would be gone for the entire weekend and that she would see me Tuesday evening. As she spoke to me, she was gasping and panting and I knew that she was being fucked while she was talking to me on the phone. At the end I heard another woman's voice scream out, "Harder! Fuck me harder!" Diane chuckled and between moans told me to call Gail's husband and tell him the same message. As the line went dead, I began stroking my cock. I knew Diane would punish me anyway, so I looked through my album and masturbated throughout the entire weekend.
The photos from this last envelope filled the last of the empty pages in the album. My birthday is next week and I can't wait to see what this years present will be!
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