“At any rate, this meet up needed to be done because you will be around them off and on in the future. I mean when you go to see them or they bring ...hem down to see you,” he said. I nodded, he was right. I knew he was right, but the kids getting used to me paled by the prospect of my needing to get used to being around the man who’d helped my wife make me a cuckold, and followed that up by taking her away from me. I just wasn’t sure I was ever going to be at a place where I could do that, get. ?I like serving a man? Gillian had said, shyly. I was totally grooving on her beautiful body. Round pink breasts, long legs, it was just incredible. ?I actually started my magazine chain because I have a strong interest in female submissiveness, when I was about nineteen, and now I have a bunch of them?but it’s what I love, you know???But you’re a heartless businesswoman? I said playfully, as I caressed her left breast. ?How does that figure in with being a slave girl???Don’t be silly, Irv.?. The room spun. They fell back on the creaking bed, and it gave like a boat on the ocean. Something else shifted. The air was too warm. He was rocking, but his body was not moving, and his cheek pressed against something hard. His eyes fluttered open. He was at sea. Apparently he had fallen asleep in the late afternoon sun. The waves made a rustling noise, like amplified silk. Another noise twitched somewhere, higher in pitch. It was like the cry of seagulls, only — musical. What was it? He. I watched as his cum exploded over my foot, covering it with a nice full load before I moved back a bit and turned my foot back to Jon's head. I demanded "Suck his cum you fuckin' whore" and watched as Jon took hold of my foot and took the end of it back into his mouth, sucking for a minute, before taking it out, he began to move my foot around and lick off Tony's cum from my foot and shoe. Tony had gotten to his feet, came up next to me, softly placed his hands on my cheeks, turned me to him.