We are both kinky. With that said I would like to tell a story of a time in our life.One night early in our marriage Linda and I were having drinks on...the veranda when she said, "Jack, do remember saying how you would like to have a young boy to fuck"? "Yes, and what of it"?"Well, I was thinking I'd like to watch. Maybe even participate. What do you say to going down on 6th street and renting us a young boy"?"Linda, you are such a whore. That's a part of you I love. What would you want me to to. Days passed we started talking each other since I was a humorous guy making fun of others and taking care of her she became very closer to me.Later she said about her married life which was worst as her husband never bothers about her, always listen to what his mother says and also sometimes he would beat her very badly, she also has some marks which she showed me later.One day we were working, suddenly she said that she is going to her home and will not come back to office for next couple of. Robinson theorized that her body was adapting to me, learning how to become immune to my effect. We just weren't sure how to prove it, or know the exact cause itself. After a few chemical tests and practical experiments, we finally found our answer.Mrs. Robinson blew me to the brink of orgasm, then jerked me off into a glass. Then, with practiced scientific detachment, she added several droplets of my spunk to a group of the beakers filled with her female synthetic. The next time I got horny,. There wasn’t much to tell. He had been hired by Ivan to kill her and he’d already told her that.“I guess you believe me,” Betsy said.“I believe you.”Betsy said, “I’ve always had this moral debate with myself. I’ve always wondered if bad men like you should be allowed to breed. I could totally ruin your ability to perform right now. What are your thoughts on the matter?”“Please don’t.”“You see, I think that bad men like you give birth to bad men like you. A little crushing of your testicles now.