Not so fast she said, what’s it worth? I asked her what she meant, and she said that unless I started to be nice to her, she would show my wife what...I had been up to. I said no way, and it was her word against mine. She then laughed again and showed me a video on her phone which she had taken of the sites whilst in our front room as proof!I new there was no way out, and she would delight in exposing me to my wife, and ruining our relationship, and in the bargain, would get her friend back to. “Yes, Mr. Grant, you stood it.”The tears streaming down her face in the aftermath of total end.He wanted to hit somebody, but, corralled his rage.She wanted to hold him with all her might, to shade his eyes against her chest.Both had watched in abject horror.The meal was good, but, neither could nor would remember it. Conversation drew to the television station even though both knew that was “against the rules.”“Dessert, Mr. Grant?” Mary had made chocolate pudding, cooked. She’d finished. He said that he thought that as I had started byDressing, that I would become a "Bottom" who would suck cock and take it upmy arse. I had not thought any of this through, but when I immagined myselfin both rolls, my cock stiffened as I thought of being a bottom.SO, JUST LIKE THAT, MY NEW PLACE IN LIFE WAS DECIDED!!Trully we are ruled by our cocks.He started by showing me how to suck his cock, controlling the . Was I playing a losing hand? I figured I was. Was it worth a second try in any event? I figured it also was. I took a deep breath, exited my car, and headed up the walkway to the front door. She opened it before I was quite up the last step of the porch."Thank God!" was her initial greeting. Her second greeting was a hug, but no kiss; I thought that telling, but I said nothing. "Honey, I am so glad you're back. I was so worried. I mean after our last little talk..." she said."Yes, I'm back, but.