It had been two days since his wife had disappeared and the deep circles under his eyes showed Larry Cameron had not slept."Is there anything new? Any...hing? he pleaded."Well -- yes, there is, but..." But what?" asked the husband, wiping a shock of brown hair back out of his eyes."Mr. Cameron, I'm sorry but we'd come into possession of some evidence that shows your wife was not kidnapped." Surely you don't believe that letter." Well, we found only your wife's fingerprints on the computer. A real man would never allow his beautiful wife to become a submissive sex slave to another man; a real man wouldn't whimper like a girlie-slut and allow his ass to be fucked. Only a cuckolded faggot would do this. You are to blame for this, not your wife. Laura did as she was told, like the good slut she is. Aren't you, Laura?" Yes, Master," she quickly agreed, smiling sexily directly at the camera, her obedience and eagerness to obey obvious."And you want your faggot husband to submit to me. When it ended she said, "First lesson: always kiss a woman willing to swallow your sperm. Many women won't swallow, so you should celebrate those who do, and show them your appreciation." Okay," said the red cheeked young man smiling up at the taller woman. "I really didn't want to." I could feel you didn't." But it was okay, and then just kissing you is always okay." Good boy. Now to make you a good man." Pausing to look around the room, she smiled. "This is where I stay when I visit Uncle. For the next seven days I don’t have any boys. I’m not a father or a teacher. I’m just a man, in love with the most beautiful woman in the world and all I want to do is bask in the sun and make love to you.’ His finger slipped into my panties. His eyes sparkled when he encountered my slippery desire. ‘You keep talking like that and I may just have to have you in a most inconvenient place,’ I told him with a wicked smile. Bill removed his finger from my pussy and placed it in his mouth. He.