She turned and shoved her ass into my face. For the next half hour, I sucked, licked, lapped, nuzzled, and nibbled in an effort to keep the b***h on the recliner in a state of ecstasy instead of using the whip on me. I tried to pretend that it was my wife’s ass I was working on but, with those shriveled grapes hanging in my face, it was all too clear it wasn’t. In all it was a very demeaning time but much better than actually having to suck her thing. By now the horror of my situation had become a dull constant roar in my brain and my despair was so great that I felt like death might be a better alternative. I just couldn’t believe that my wife intended for this to happen to me. Carla was oblivious to my pain and humiliation and thoroughly enjoyed herself. Finally, she demanded that I stop
