." You make babies with Darla, then?" I hadn't really thought about it either way," I stammered. "I mean, there will BE kids ... You have one and Darl... has one..." They not yours." They have to be someone's," I noted. "Unless one of you gets excited about another guy, I'll be the next thing they have to a daddy."Luz hugged herself to me. "You're a good man, Boss." She went to sleep before I did, having pretty much freaked me out with her questions.In the morning, Luz begged me to poke her with. And I like the master’s attitude…he was looking off to the side, pissing the same as if he was using a urinal instead of a worthless bitch-slave.After I posted my comment (Something like “wish that were me”), I got an almost immediate e-mail. It came some South Africa (a “.ZA” extension), a writer identifying himself as Doctor M., and demanded information about myself: “boy, I want to know more about you, and FAST. You have an hour to fill out this form. After that, I block your stupid excuse. My wife is screwing another man and I am screwing that man's wife. I'm not supposed to know about my wife and the other man, she doesn't know about me and the other man's wife, but the man and his wife know all about each other, but the man doesn't know that I know he knows about me and his wife. Confused? So was I for a while.To understand the circumstances that led to the situation we have to go back ten years to the time my wife and I decided to move from a large city to a small town. While. It begins controlling my motions, pushing and pulling, forcing me to fuck her at a frenetic pace.Then I feel the tip probe my ass. It slides in, pulsing and moving inside me. I cannot believe that I am being fucked even as I am fucking. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the candle growing lower. I realize that I am going to have a rough time getting away.Then I climax. Rational thought dissolves. My cock throbs and my body is gripped by a wave of intense pleasure. It does not stop as a natural.