
I told my husband that I didn’t think I was different than any other gay bottom. So he devised a plan to show me just how wrong I was. I drove the car, my cock caged and butt plug vibrating, he even had me wear a diaper so we wouldn’t have to stop. If he or the two normal gay guys he invited along had to piss, they went in a bottle that I would then drink. My husband had made his point clear by the time we arrived at the beach house, but it turned out the lesson would continue for the entire weeklong trip.
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