James and his KTB Situation

The cell phone rang. Jim picked it up, pushing the Talk button as he studied the financial reports that were coming across his desk.

"Hello?"

"Hi sweetie. Can we talk for a minute or two?" asked Linda, his wife. She seemed upbeat after their disagreement last night.

"Sure. What about?" asked Jim.

"I've reconsidered my position. If it is more pussy that you want, then that is what you'll get, but it will have to be on my terms, one hundred percent, and no backing out."

Jim was taken aback by Linda's bluntness. She hardly ever used the word pussy. "What are the terms?" As soon as he said it, he realized how bad that response sounded.

"You'll just have to trust me. Do you agree or do you want to never have any sex with me at all, in any way at all?"

"Well," he said, "I guess that decision is rather simple. OK, I agree."

Linda knew that he would agree. Jim thinks with his prick. The primary focus has been how to satisfy himself. She was going to make some major changes regarding their sexual relationship.

"OK then. When you get three blocks from the house tonight, call me. See you later." With that, she hung up the phone.

Jim had trouble focusing on his work. He had to get the new forecast out on four customers' accounts before he could go home. He worked without interruption and finished the last one at 5:30.

At the appointed location, Jim dialed his home.

"Linda, I'm there."

"Where is there?"

"Three blocks away, driving home now."

"Good. Now when you come into the house, you will see that the curtains are closed. Undress completely and come up to our bedroom. Bye." Linda hung up before Jim could say anything.

As Jim was wheeling his steel-gray Nissan into the driveway, Linda, who was nude and in bed, scooped a second large spoonful of Cool Whip brand whipped cream and placed it on her pussy lips. She smoothed it out a little and made sure that some of it was placed well up into her hair and down to her asshole.

Jim quickly undressed and made his way upstairs, his hard penis pointing the way.

As he entered the bedroom, he paused. "What have we here?"

"James, listen to me," said Linda. "I decided to give you a little sweet pussy this evening. I want you to do exactly what I say, nothing more, nothing less. If I'm pleased, you'll get a point on your scorecard. If not, then you'll lose some. I'll give you details later. Right now, I want you to use your tongue and clean me up. And keep quiet. You are not to say a word."

Jim didn't miss the use of "James". She often said "Home James" when she wanted to be a little bossy, but she rarely used "James" in any other context. He did get the point. Silently, he laid himself down where he could begin licking the cream off of her. He liked the Cool Whip. He used to like to lick her cunt, but that activity became less frequent as they grew apart sexually and she started wanting him to lick her when she wasn't as clean as she would otherwise have been when she is freshly showered.

Soon, the cream was gone. Linda sensed that Jim was beginning to let up. "James, I want you to continue licking me with your tongue. Go slowly up and down, past my opening and past my clit. Every other time, put your tongue in my opening a little bit."

Jim followed her directions for what seemed to be hours, yet it was only minutes.

"Deeper, James. Put your tongue in deeper now."

As the momentum picked up, Linda arched her back in a strong orgasm. Jim was losing contact with her. "No, don't stop James. Keep your tongue in my pussy hole." Linda lay still, her puss still contracting.

Linda thought, "This is wonderful. I've not had one like it in a long long time. We've got to do more of this."

"James, wash up and get dressed. You are taking me to Pirelli's Italian Restaurant for dinner. I'll be downstairs in about twenty minutes."

Jim got up, cleaned himself up, and noticed that his prick continued to bob in front of him. "Maybe later," he thought. Little did he know of what was in store for him.

The dinner order was placed. There was an uneasiness between them. Finally, Linda broke the silence. She began with the words that she had mentally rehearsed for quite some time. "Jim, I have some things to tell you. So hear me out without interruption, OK?"

"OK."

Things between us have been sort of cool, like you said. You are right. We have been slowing down and you haven't been getting sex near as often as you used to. But things are not like they used to be either. When we were first married, you were more concerned about my pleasure than yours. You'd readily eat me out, even though I knew you didn't exactly savor the act. Later, I got to the point where I felt used, just as if I had a pocket in my body where you could get yourself off and that was the sole purpose for my being with you.

"Jim, I don't want that form of sex anymore - not for a while, at least. I want tenderness. I want lots of oral sex. I want to feel like you are focused on me and my pleasure first. It takes me a while longer than it used to achieve orgasm. It seems that it takes you less longer. I feel left out of the fun of sex."

Linda paused for a couple of deep breaths. She folded her hands and placed them on the table as she scooted forward on her chair.

"So I've decided that you can get some pussy. But it will have to be on my terms and right now, that will be you orally pleasing me. I will begin a training program for you, Jim. It will be with the hope that someday we will get back to the closeness and tenderness that we once had."

Linda paused again, intentionally this time, to let the impact of her words sink in. Then she spoke slowly and deliberately:

"I'll decide when, and how, you will give me pleasure. You are not to ask for it, nor are you to refuse my requests. Actually, they won't be requests. When I call you by 'James', you can consider them as orders that you must do. I'll tell you that there is the possibility that you won't like what you are told to do, but I can't go into any detail about that right now.

"You will get a point on your scorecard for every satisfactory performance. I am the sole judge of what is and what is not satisfactory and you can't contest it. For unsatisfactory performance, you lose five points. On Saturday morning, when I'm doing the grocery list, I will add up the week's tally, plus I will add ten percent of the positive balance that you had on the previous Saturday, thus making a new balance. How about that, Jim, ten percent growth in a week! As an accountant, that should get your attention.

"You will need one hundred points, after I calculate the balance, in order to meet one of the requirements for permission to have intercourse, and I will tell you when you have 100 points. Another requirement is that you show me your record for having masturbated. Yes, I expect you to keep track of this. I will let you jerk yourself off as often as you want and are able, but in order to gain my permission, your average can not exceed once each week and you are not eligible for intercourse until you have gone without masturbation for fourteen days, not counting the day that you last jerked off and not counting the day you seek to have intercourse.

"I will put you on your honor to keep track of this. Also, I don't want to see you doing it nor see any evidence that you have done it, other than your marks on the calendar.

"So if you have your hundred points and we have to wait, you will still have to orally please me until the required time elapses and this will subject you to potential loss of points, or the earning of points. Got it?"

Jim just couldn't believe how she had all of this planned out. "Er, yeah, I got it. Go on."

Linda continued, "Good. You can then approach me for intercourse and we'll agree on a date within the upcoming week of your request. At that date setting time, your points are frozen and you are not to even touch yourself. You may or may not be directed to service me, at no gain nor loss of points, but regardless, after intercourse, you start over with zero points. The actual act of intercourse will proceed completely at my direction and you will remain silent at all times. I will refer to this as restricted intercourse."

"OK," said Jim, still in disbelief in what he was hearing.

"Do the math, Jim. If you eat me out twice a day, and get all of your points, you will need less than 50 days to reach 100 points, more or less, depending on where the Saturdays fall. So it isn't going to be so bad. Some days, you'll be licking me more than that. Other days, less. And there will be some days that there will be no activity.

"One more thing. If you refuse any direction I give you when you are pleasuring me, there is a penalty of half the accumulated point value, rounded down after dividing by two. If you are already at a negative point value, or in the hole, you will be assessed a loss of 50 points. So take that very seriously. We stop if your score is negative 200. A few refusals will mean you're done with sex with me in any form. Period.

"As time goes on, you will need to earn more points. This will occur after approximately one year. I'm thinking that the next increment will be to 250 points and a 15 percent weekly growth rate, but with a stiffer penalty of 25 points for unsatisfactory activity. But there's more to consider.

"You can choose to skip intercourse when reaching 250 points and you will then get an immediate bonus of 250 points. But if you should choose this bonus, the stakes go up immensely while you work to get to 1000 points. You will have 100 point penalties. You will also submit to wearing a chastity device, full time until you reach 1000 points. I have one for you. More on that in a moment. At 1000 points, you get to have intercourse however you wish. This is the only way you will have to reach the goal of unrestricted intercourse. Then we start over again. However, if you elect to not take the bonus, you can request to have restricted intercourse as before.

"The purpose of all of this is to get you to think of pleasing me and not of yourself. In order to make masturbation less pleasurable for you, I will require that you wear a chastity device periodically. You will still have opportunities to jerk off, for sure, but you will have to watch the calendar to see what penalties you may encounter regarding your next probable restricted intercourse. In other words, it will be beneficial for you to skip some of the opportunities to masturbate."

With all of that said, the waiter brought their dinner and refilled their drinks. His timing was pretty good. Jim always got quiet when he ate.

Jim was thinking about what he heard. "What sort of chastity device is this?"

"I gave that quite a bit of thought," answered Linda. "I was going to get one of the ones that have a curved tube that your penis would fit into and then a metal piece, attached to it, would be over the top of it, fastened at the upper edge to a metal waist belt and at the bottom edge by flat chain or by a central chain or rod that goes up the crack of your ass. Those types of belts cost a lot of money and you'd have to be custom measured for it. We'll probably get one of those later - you will probably need it to avoid losing points, I believe. But instead, I ordered a KTB for you. A KTB is a sleeve that goes around the penis and is locked on. Inside are sharp ridges, but not so sharp as to cause cuts to the skin. If you tried to pull it off, you would injure yourself. If you tried to masturbate with it on, well, I think it would hurt too bad to do that. It was only $100 plus shipping. I ordered the medium size. The large size might fall off your little pole. The really small size is advertised as a punishment device because the inside blades are longer, meaning they press much harder into the skin. Erections would be tortuous in it and you probably couldn't wear it for very long even while soft."

"How did you find out about all of this stuff?" asked Jim.

"What, about me? Or the KTB?"

"The KTB. Does KTB stand for something?"

Linda replied, "The letters KTB stand for Kali's Teeth Bracelet. I found this on the web at a site that specializes in chastity belts. There are many ideas for chastity for guys and for women, including permanent chastity things, especially for guys."

"How long will I have to wear it, the KTB I mean?"

"As long as I say, James. And you must not ever refuse, or your penalties will kick in. But you should expect to wear it weekends full time and two of the remaining five days of the week. That schedule should give you ample times to jerk off once a week, or less. If your score is negative, you can expect to wear it full time until your score is positive. And if you go for the bonus, that is, between 500 and 1000 points, you will wear it continually until you reach 1000 points, have agreed on a date, and until the moment just before we have unrestricted intercourse. This also means that if you happen to lose points and your score goes below 500, you will have a significantly much longer time to wear the thing.

"Jim, you will pay a very big price for unrestricted intercourse. Unrestricted intercourse is the only time that I will give in to your pleasure. You'd be wearing your KTB full time for seven to eight months if I use your tongue about twice daily and if you always get your points. But if I elect to have your services only twice a week, then obviously you will be chastised far longer than eight months. In round numbers, twice a week will yield about 120 points a year, so your full time chastity period could last a bit over four years. It will pay you to be so good that I would want your services more often.

"Remember that your score is subject to a 15 % weekly growth and 100 point losses for unsatisfactory service. It could take you very long to make up a 100 point loss. You are an accountant, Jim. I gave you the pay out rules, so you figure out the possibilities."

Linda was flushed. She wasn't going to spell out the potential time that Jim would be chastised, but she got turned on at the thought that his penis would not be allowed to get hard, or even function sexually, for such a long time interval.

Jim took a deep breath and then a long slow sip of his wine. "You mean that you'd actually keep me locked up in this KTB thing for years?"

"Yes, of course dear. And more than that," Linda said, licking the trace of sauce from her lips.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I have thought of the possibility that you would want to back out of this deal, even though I said that there would be no backing out." Linda had thought of her next words and how to say them, but now was the time to say it. "I know you might get tired of eating me out and of keeping score. If that happens, you will permanently wear the KTB. I will of course take it off while you are restrained so that it, and you, can be cleaned, but other than that brief time on a bi-weekly basis, you will wear it forever or we will separate. It will be your second wedding ring, albeit hidden. I am unwilling to continue as we are. If, after some time, I choose to end or make changes to our arrangement, that will be dealt with later, not now."

Over the next few weeks, Jim learned his place in this new relationship. There were a number of important things that he had to understand. Most importantly, he had to learn to keep quiet. He talked too much in his previous sex life and this detracted from the experience for Linda. So a silent performance of his task was now required. He acquired a couple of penalties for this indiscretion.

His score slowly grew. Rarely did he lose any points, but there were several times that he didn't earn any. This was mostly due to not following instructions; Linda graciously did not subtract any points. That was easily learned and by the time he had 30 points, he was earning them every time. Overall, he took 74 days to earn his first 100 points.

The KTB was difficult, at first, to wear for more than an hour. Linda sensed this and made adjustments to the on-time, gradually extending it so that Jim could wear it on appointed days for the full day and night. He soon got used to it, but was glad when it was taken off.

He kept good records of his masturbation, but didn't time his two week abstinence too well, nor did he watch the average rate. This blunder resulted in the need to go an additional 19 days before he could ask for restricted intercourse the first time.

"OK James, you have met the requirements," said Linda. "We'll do it Wednesday evening before dinner. Afterwards, you'll be taking me out for a steak dinner. Take a shower after you get home and wait for me nude on the bed."

The few days passed slowly for Jim. He kept his word, wore the KTB on the assigned days, and Wednesday was one of those days. He showered and lay on the bed as he told to do.

Linda came in and said, rather matter-of-factly, "Spread out your arms and legs."

Jim spread them out. Linda opened the closet and brought out four lengths of rope. "You'll be tied down for this. Don't resist me, James."

Linda proceed to tie him securely. Then she placed a blindfold on him.

Jim said, "This is wild."

"Quiet James, unless you want to skip this session and start over."

Jim said nothing. Linda undressed and carefully put her clothes aside. Then she climbed on the bed, straddling Jim. She was prepared to stroke him to give him an erection, but that wasn't necessary - something she appreciated. Since she wasn't really ready for penetration, she took some K-Y jelly and coated Jim's penis and put a good amount on her vagina.

"I've got you lubricated, James, so you won't hurt me. I hope it doesn't keep you from ejaculating," said Linda.

Linda then lowered herself on Jim's penis and slowly moved herself up and down. Within two minutes, Jim had ejaculated.

"Pretty fast, James, pretty fast. Too bad it is over so soon. Maybe next time you will make it last longer."

Linda lifted herself up and placed her hand over her vaginal lips, closing them in the process. She inched her way up to Jim's face.

"Open your mouth James. I have something for you. It is a wet pussy. Wet with your cum."

Jim was taken by surprise by this, but he quickly complied because he was still subject to penalty for not following instructions. Linda lowered her pussy over his mouth and seated herself firmly.

"Lick me, James. Lick it all out and take it back. Make sure that you get it all."

Jim did his best, slowly at first, then more at his normal pace. Linda noticed, but said nothing. She was rather pleased. "Nice," she thought.

"James, this is how restricted intercourse will always end. You will always clean your mess from me, where ever you are allowed to put it." Linda glanced over her shoulder and saw that Jim's prick was still rock hard.

When she felt that he had enough, Linda got up and got a cold wash cloth to put on Jim's penis. This brought it down to size and she re-installed the KTB. Then she untied him.

"Finished. You may speak, but not about what just happened."

Linda then dressed for dinner.

During the next year, Linda used Jim's services almost daily and on many days, Jim serviced her multiple times. This pace allowed Jim to earn his required points, and thus have a session of restricted intercourse, three times during the year.

After the last time, Linda raised the level to 250 points and also decided to slow down the frequency of their sessions. She still wanted Jim's oral ministrations, but not so often. Jim noticed this too, and when the chance came up for taking the option, he was overwhelmed by the possibility of making that decision when he knew that Linda's interest was declining.

Finally, the day was upon him.

"James, you have met your quota of 250 points. I saw the calendar and you have met your abstinence requirement. What do you want to do, James?" asked Linda.

Jim thought for a moment and said, "Linda, I've been thinking long and hard about this. I think I will take the bonus and go for it."

"You are sure you want to do that? This could be a very difficult and lengthy process. Are you sure?"

"Yes, Linda. I'm sure," Jim said.

"And you realize that the KTB will be worn full time? James, I am not going to discourage you, but the time that you spend locked up will be at my sole discretion." Linda was trying to make absolutely sure that Jim remembered what would happen. "Of course, you probably have noticed that I have not been using your tongue quite as often. Are you prepared for that trend to continue?"

"How long, then?"

"Twice a week is about a good average for me. I know that on some days, I want you four times a day. I also know that a whole week can go by and I don't miss it. But I did the math and figured out that we are averaging twice a week in the last quarter. It sure took a long time to get to 250 points this time, and you'll need 1000."

Linda paused, sipped her coffee, and resumed. "So I'll ask you one more time, Jim. Are you sure you want the bonus?"

Jim replied, "Yes."

"Very well, then. Go clean up the KTB and bring the supplies back here."

Jim made his way to the bedroom, got the KTB, cleaned it thoroughly, picked up the alcohol and wipes, and returned to Linda. "Drop the pants. Let's put it on you."

The bondage had been dispensed with long ago when Jim realized that this situation wasn't going to change. So for cleaning the KTB and inspecting his penis for wear and tear, Jim just stood upright with his hands on his hips. He was tied for restricted intercourse, but by taking the bonus, he was giving that up for a very long time. Linda thought that she would miss it, but she had other ideas in mind, and they wouldn't be so messy either!

Linda wetted some wipes with alcohol as Jim let his pants and underpants fall to the floor. She cleaned him up. The rubbing alcohol served as a good cleaning agent as well as a quick cooling agent. Hence, Jim's penis shrunk like he was outside on a freezing day.

"OK James. There it is. Done. Barring any required doctor visits, injuries, or metal detectors, this is not coming off. I'll check for chafing and sores in about a week, but without removing it." Linda took the key and put it in her pocketbook. Jim saw where she put it as he pulled up his pants.

Linda opened another pocket on her purse, took out a check, and said to Jim, "You still have time to run by the bank. Deposit this for me, keep out some for next week, and go by the dairy store for fresh milk. When you get home, undress and come to the bedroom." She winked at Jim and walked to the kitchen.

Jim went out on the errand. Linda took the key from her pocketbook and went upstairs. She pulled out the bottom drawer from her chest, turned it over, and taped the key to the underside of the drawer. After replacing the drawer and the contents, Linda undressed and laid upon the bed to read one of her favorite author's books as she slowly caressed her nipples.

James entered the house and put away the milk. Then he undressed and went to the bedroom.

"James, I want an hour. Don't bring me to orgasm until the timer goes off." With that, Linda started the timer.

James placed himself between her legs and began to lick her pussy, up and down, for the full length, and as slowly as he could. About every fifth pass, he would dip his tongue deep into her hole, feeling her quivers and wondering how he would keep this up for an hour.

Eventually, the timer went off. Linda gave him additional instructions that soon gave her a tremendous orgasm.

The days passed by. Linda was using Jim's services about twice a week, as she previously had been. Jim's score got up to 273. Then he had a serious setback as Linda gave him a 100 point penalty for being too rushed and for being too rough, even when she told him to be gentle.

But the biggest penalty wasn't even mentioned. Linda cut back to once a week sessions. Jim could see that his penis companion was going to be on for a decade, give or take a few months. He looked at it when he showered. It couldn't be pulled off. He had no sores, but if he tried to excite himself, it sure hurt nonetheless. Because so much of him was encased in it, his penis was held to about two and a half inches in length. The weight of the KTB kept the penis hanging down.

Slowly, Linda was weaning herself from Jim's oral performances. She bought a dildo and used it on herself. Once in a while, she would have Jim use it on her, all the while she was making fun of Jim's poor useless penis. But most of the time, Jim's role was one of licking her asshole while Linda used the dildo on herself with one hand and massaged her clit with the other. Jim's primary job was to keep his tongue pushed up against her ass. As she came close to climaxing, she would contract on his tongue, drawing it inwards. It was terribly exciting and led to long lasting, but not intense orgasms - the best kind. Linda liked that much better than the intense short lived ones that sapped her strength for the rest of the day.

Jim's behavior was acceptable. He got no more penalties, but it took him a bit over two years to regain the lost points. Two years in which the KTB was taken off only one time, for a period of less than two minutes, to permit a new KTB to be attached. He didn't erect during those two minutes.

"Very good, James," said Linda after a session one Saturday afternoon. "I have a present for you." Linda took a bag from the closet. She pulled out some adult sized diapers and rubberized underpants. Jim looked on with surprise.

"You'll need to wear these at bedtime, James. And don't argue or you'll take another two year step backward. Since you don't ejaculate anymore, and your prostrate continues to produce semen, I've notice that you leak and stain your underpants and the sheets. This happens mostly at night, I suppose, because you are more relaxed. Regardless, I got these for you so that our bed stays clean. For daytime, I've put slim pads in your closet. Use a clean one every day. You'll notice that indeed, you do leave drips of cum, and probably urine too."

That night, Jim put on his new sleeping attire. He made a slight crinkle sound when he moved about, and Linda refrained from comment, though she noticed.

Summer came and went, as did autumn. At Christmas break, Linda did a little review of her diary. She was down to having a session with Jim about once every ten days. She made a conscious decision to extend it immediately to every two weeks. Jim had 310 points. At 26 points each year, ignoring interest, he'd stay locked in his KTB for the next 26 plus years. With interest, that would be significantly reduced, but he could always incur a penalty, or even two!

"Jim, got a moment?"

"Sure. What's up?"

"Well, I've been thinking. It has been hard for me to always be interested in having your services when I don't want them. And, we have been slowing down, right?"

Jim nodded. Yeah, he noticed. He used to do the math rather often, but lately, he has resigned himself to his situation.

"The rate we're going, you'd be wearing that thing almost forever." Linda paused, looking for the impact on Jim.

Jim

was nodding his head. "It would seem like it, yes." Linda then continued, "I have a proposition for you. It seems to me like you probably won't ever get to fuck me again, at the rate you are going right now, and if I slow down, that surely will be the case. That will lead to animosity and increased unhappiness for you. I want to change that outcome.

"I will make a deal. I will let you have your unrestricted fuck now. If you take me up on that offer, then you will also agree to the consequences which are these. You will acknowledge that you are doing this by your choice. You will permanently wear your KTB or other chastity device as I may acquire for you. You will not complain or otherwise talk about this subject ever again. Our doctor has a key. She will remove the KTB only if needed in order to attend to health concerns. You agree to continue to give me any sexual oral pleasure as often, or as infrequent, as I may want it. If leakage develops, you will be diapered full time as you will be from now on at bedtime regardless of your decision on this matter. Until your weight gets down to 185 pounds, I will make things a little uncomfortable for you by requiring that you be girdled during your waking hours.

"I know that this seems harsh, but at the present rate, you stand the chance of permanent chastity, feeling lots of anger, no regular release of any sort - and you will at least get a prostrate milking with Dr. Jones - and you run the risk of losing major points if you screw up."

"What if I don't please you under these new terms?" asked Jim. "Won't that be a problem?"

Linda replied, "Of course not. The penalty goes up too. You get castrated. Dr. Jones agreed in principle to do it if needed. And, she stated that she could probably care for you without needing a key, so a screw up means I fill the lock with epoxy."

"If I don't agree, then what?"

"Oh, we'll continue as we are, but you won't be earning points any faster. It will probably be slower and will result in essentially permanent chastity and little chance of having intercourse again. Either way, James, you are going to lose use of your penis. So do you want to fuck once or not at all?" she sarcastically asked.

"OK, I agree," said Jim in a deflated voice.

Linda pulled the key out of her pocket, unlocked his KTB, and began to undress. Jim watched as his penis hung, still soft, and it didn't move.

After plenty of caresses of her nipples, vulva, and numerous kisses, Linda was hot. Her clit was at attention and her juices were running. Her outer lips were puffy and she was ready, oh so ready! Jim, however, had problems. His penis was still soft, still only about two and a half inches long, and only about three quarters of an inch in diameter.

"What's the matter, Jim? Aren't you excited? After all, this is the last time that little thing is going to have a chance to fill itself up and squirt."

"I..I don't know. What's going on? Why can't I get an erection? Damn!"

"Probably because you've trained it, Jim. It knows that an erection will hurt badly. So it doesn't want to." Linda chuckled.

"But *I* want it to."

"OK. Tell you what. Just stuff it in me and see what happens. Maybe that will help."

Jim did as Linda suggested. It was difficult, but he got it pushed in, sort of like a banana that wants to squish all over and not go in straight. Linda squeezed hard with her muscles and she could tell that it was like nothing was there - no resistance - nothing. She clamped down and fingered her clit for her own pleasure.

"Poor baby. Your baby sized penis isn't working anymore. It isn't even as hard as a good woman's clit." Then Linda kissed Jim hard as she reached a powerful climax.

Jim tried to move upwards and downwards while Linda's powerful grip held him. But alas, he popped out, still soft, but dripping a slow drool of cum.

"You know the routine, James. Start licking."

When this session was over, Linda locked the KTB on Jim's penis for the last time. She opened his drawer and took out a pair of panties. "Here. These are your new styled underwear. If you can keep them dry, you won't have to wear a diaper during the day. I tossed all of your others, so don't even look for them. Stay handy this evening. I will want you to eat me out thoroughly tonight."

Linda showered while Jim got dressed and went into the family room.

Linda stepped out of the shower, picked up the phone, and called a co-worker. "Hello Peter? My pussy is swollen and I need a good fuck. Can I come right over?"

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