So that makes it a really bad idea,” I added.“How about I just kill your ass?” he said showing his irritation.“If you try that, I’m going to...defend myself. Your hands are a deadly weapons, or at least dangerous weapons. So I would have to use real force. You know, the kind I could reach out and touch you with. Now if I asked you to leave and you refused, I’d have to call the cops. I know all of them, and I know how the system works. It would not be a pleasant arrest. Trust me kid you are better. I slid his cock in my mouth a bit further, sucking hard and working all around with my tongue. I could hear him moaning loudly, and could feel Kristy cumming even harder now."That is so fucking sexy." I heard her whimper.I started to move my head back and forth, sucking hard, fucking his beautiful cock with my mouth. Each time I took a little more into my mouth, I wanted to see how deep I could suck him. I was lost in lust, my aching, throbbing cock buried deep in my wife's perfect pussy.. She leaned her head back into my grasp, and a wave of security and outright love flooded through me. Gods, how I cared for her! To trust me so much, to know that I was hers, despite whoever was inside her at the moment. It was during this thought that I felt her head move slightly forward, up and down. I wondered if some other man had offered her his cock. She did love to suck me, often greedily, not letting me loose until she had drained and swallowed every drop of semen I could give her. But. I was paralyzed by my embarrassment."SO I guess you really are into this sissy-boy stuff eh? Well alright. If you wanna look like a slut, I'll help you." She went and dug out some white thigh-high socks with pink stripes at the top and told me to put them on. I sat and worked them up my legs, while also feasting my eyes on her ass every time her back was turned. God I wanted to fuck her, but instead I was letting her dress me up like a slut? what was happening to me? Then again this actually.