People will naturally assume that Mark and Carol Anderson were husband and wife. They'd be a little scandalized that I lived with you too, but I bet t...ey'd mostly be envious of our happiness."Carol couldn't help agreeing, "Oh, that'd be wonderful. I hope we can do that!" That'd be wonderful, but I doubt it'll be that simple. I think Mark will be very powerful and famous in the future, so his life will be under a great deal of scrutiny. Your and Mark's relationship might have to be kept behind. He was breathing faster, and Icould swear I heard his fist pumping that glorious fuck pillar."Daddy.." I whimpered."That's right. I'm your Daddy. And Daddies fuck Mommies, don't they?Huh?"My hand clawed at my pillow. Desperate for something. For air or wateror I dunno what. For his cock. For his fuck. His big black dickfucking my whole life up. My whole existance. Fuck my family, Daddy, mybrain whispered."Do you.. Do you gotta?" I whispered. Fearing the answer. Secretlywanting it."Yeah. Walter Francis had called him and passed along his conversation with Brent. Walter was another old friend, and Henry kicked himself for not dropping in now and then to see his former customer. Brent had formed that same special relationship with him and had the wisdom to learn from the senior man. Henry was aware of Walter's illness and Brent's regular visits. Business didn't always have to be cutthroat and heartless. There was always time for the human side. It was something he and Lloyd had. “I think he wants to be pegged,” Amy chuckles as my hips rock against her face. “He’s been such a good boy we really should give him what he wants,” Gretchen pants as my thick shaft fills her tight cunt.“No,” I manage, “I don’t want to be peg…” I break off as Amy slides two fingers into my ass and strokes me making me whimper again.“Yes you do,” Amy hisses, “you want it,”I groan as I feel a thin toy press against my ass, it’s been lubed though I’m not sure if it’s from one of their cunts or.