If the broken bone in my ankle had healed properly so I could have played football, life would have been perfect. Teacher's pet, principal's fair-hair...d boy, only boy in school with his own car, a pretty teenager who fucked me silly once a week, a gorgeous full grown married woman who took up the slack for my teenage lover, a part-time job that was not hard dirty physical work. Life was really good.My married lover knew she was under compulsion and loved it, I had never heard of doms and. Both guys got into a rhythm where they pulled out at the same time and then both rammed her from each end. Ana's muffled moans were still heard despite the face pounding she was taking, almost same loud as before Nick’s cock invaded her throat. Suddenly, Wilson began to experiment with a little variety. He would pull out of Anita's ass then plunge his rod into her wet pussy. Back and forth he would go leaving a gaping hole where he pulled out. As my wife took that pounding from both ends, she. ."He rubbed my hair, and picked up the bag."Pretzel?"I had to laugh. "Sure."I took one out of the bag, and took a bite."Can we talk now?" he asked.I half laughed. "We've already been talking." Yeah. But really, can we? There's some stuff I want to say."I nodded, "Yeah, but me first." No, please. Let me. I've been waiting for this for a while," he smiled.I had to smile back, "I know, and I want to talk to you about that..." Remember? Me first?" he slid his stool closer to mine, and sat down.I. I was always made to stay in the spare bedroom. She had me reverse the lock on the door so she could lock me in. The spare room shares a wall with our room so I could hear everything going on in our bed. After her cock of the day had left she would unlock my door so I could join her in our bed. Every time I had to lick her vagina clean before I was allowed to have sex with her.Then after a year of that I was no longer allowed to put my dick in her vagina. She told me that since my cock was so.