Here is the address for my steam-cleaners. I have a running tab there. So just show them my card and they will take care of you. And don't even bother...taking another jacket to wear on the way home ... Understand, boy?". Craig nodded yes, but his eyes were glazed over with confusion."Across the street from the cleaners is my favorite leather store. Show them my card too. And tell them Master Thomas send you ... Got that?", I asked sternly. Again he nodded. But the confusion only grew in his. Surely we’re better company than that,” I joked.He laughed, “Well, I can’t argue with that. But I don’t want to impose, and I’m hardly dressed for it,” he said gesturing at his boxers and open shirt.It was my turn to laugh at his self-deprecating joke.“Okay, why don’t I cook us all breakfast. After all, the English are globally renowned for our culinary skill. And then, when I’ve clogged your veins with cholesterol, you can drive home and get a change of clothes and we can just chill for the. I was an ass to her for the remaining time we were together and even cheated on her in retaliation for the pain I felt. But in the end, all the passion was gone and it was over. That was the autumn of my senior year of high school. I didn’t know whom I was going to grow up to be then. I didn’t know then that I would one day actually want my wife to be unfaithful to me, even ask her to be. I couldn’t imagine back then that I would ask my wife someday to suck her boss’ cock. But I did. I didn’t. I’m gonna start this one right where I left.I went back to my room. I couldn’t really do or think of anything. The last 20 minutes were definitely the best 20 minutes of my whole life. That sentence was etched in my mind, “If you want to do anything with me, just ask.” I’m pretty sure she meant sex.After that whole thing, I was longing for sex more than before. But the thing is, I don’t want to have sex with my mom. And I definitely don’t want to remember my first sex experience with her. She’s.