I wiped the tears from my eyes and as I was getting up he said ?Ready for more money, boy?? I wanted to say please let me rest, let me have a break, ...ow about more juice? But I thought about the money again and knew that I had to acquiesce. ?Yes, sir, I am ready sir.? He said ?Stay on your knees while I explain your next task. I am going to pay you $50 for 15 minutes. How does that sound?? I replied ?It sounds good, sir, thank you.? My gosh, $50 for 15 minutes was $200 an hour which was 8. This part was of so enjoyable.I forget the Veal and walk to the marital bed. Bob follows.Oh to be young. In no time Bob was hard again. The only thing I was not a fan of was him asking me to brush my teeth. OK, so the boy does not like his own taste. But I do. On the wall of our marriage bedroom hangs a wedding picture. Me in pure white and Gus looking like nothing but a life support system for a dick. Oh so studly. Bob was taken by all this and I know it excited him as I saw him. Say anything to get us the fuck out of his house. And he would retain a secret copy of poor Amy.I captured his full attention by uppercutting him in the balls with my wrist. Not the panic kick I’d done in DC. But certainly hard enough to make him gasp, howl in anguish, and bend over, cupping himself.Bear hadn’t said a word, I was carrying the conversational ball.The only electronic device in the one-bedroom house would turn out to be a Samsung cell phone. A few years old, but still serviceable. She froze. I gently pushed her head towards his cock when she stuck out her tongue and licked the tip of his penis.“That’s my girl”, I said, as my hand remained on the back of her neck.“Now put it in your mouth and suck it a little”, I continued to prompt, as I pushed her a little closer.The strangers’ four inch cock was now entirety in my wife’s mouth. She looked over at me with those helpless innocent eyes. I knew she wanted to stop. I pushed her head forward and then let up on the pressure.