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"Officer Rocca & Officer Jones PT1" (Mas Sabe El Diablo)
Officer Rocca and Jones were quickly subdued on what they thought was a regular work day. Little did they know to men needed their uniforms for a great escape. After being knocked out, the officers were dragged and stripped of their uniforms. The boys were left in their blue plaid boxers shorts and black boxers shorts, both wearing their black dress socks. The officers were then tied with green rope bounding both their feet and hands. Black cloth was used to blindfold them and a piece of black duct tape to gag them. After walking up the boys found themselves squirming and struggling, moaning for freedom after being taunted by the criminals. After they had left Officer Jones quickly squirmed to feel for something to cut him loose... tune in for part 2
Study in Crimson and Ivy
At first it wasn't too obvious. After years of being separated by thousands of miles, my husband's best friend was offered an upper management position in a multinational company in our city, and we started to hang around a lot with him. I found flattering that he told my husband that he should be very proud of being married to me, that most men would envy him for it, though he added that I seemed to like men more assertive than him. He told my husband that he had to do at least half of the house chores; at a shop window, he said that he thought I would look very beautiful in one of the dresses shown even though it was much less conservative that the ones I usually wear; he asked my husband when had been the last time he had bought some sexy lingerie for me and told him to buy me some; and he also mentioned once that since my legs were impressively beautiful, I should wear miniskirts or mini-shorts at least at home. My hubby followed every single one of his suggestions to the letter.
I don't know what words would better describe how I felt the first time I was in mini-shorts in front of him; slight arousal? slight submissiveness? uneasiness?; or how they changed when the tips of his fingers moved along my right upper-thigh and above in front of my husband. I was alone with him when he asked me if I had ever been taken anally. I told him that my husband had told me once that he would like to do it and that I had told him to never ever mention it again.
He told me that anal sex required some preparation, he gave me detailed instructions. He has already taken me that way seven times; I have sucked his cock too, which I have never done for my husband. He has told me that my husband knows, that he is going to take me that way in front of my husband; and that he is going to start to use my pussy, my vagina, after that.
My hubby submits to him, I submit to him; I have told my hubby to thank him for fucking my ass, to thank him for letting him watch, and to ask him to not use condom when he fucks my pussy.
The profound, subdued aversion which he felt in his wife was a mystery to him, and a source of the most terrible irritation. That she had made a mistake, and did not love him, had tried to love him and could not love him, was obviously no reason.
John Galsworthy, The Forsyte Saga
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