He was, as a rule, not allowed into the house. He was older now and no one seemed to care. He didn't mess all over the place, except when it was muddy...outside and his feet needed to be wiped off.A few weeks went by with me noticing that Luther was not missing any night now without sleeping in my room. No problem I thought, as long as he doesn't mess things up, all would be OK with me.One night, about two in the morning, I heard him rustling about. He had put his head on the bed and was looking. Our first day, Donna and I took my brothers convertible and went to the beach, and the warm sun had left me horny. I couldnt wait to get Donna into our room and remind myself why I married her. She is tall and blonde, with firm breasts the size of nice cantaloupes, and it didnt help that she had put on a cotton shift as we left the beach, deftly peeling off her bathing suit underneath it. As we rode across town and up into the hills along Mulholland in the open car, I was distracted by the. ’ I thought about it briefly, and getting it wrong here could make me look pretty stupid, as we had already arranged to go out with the same group again the next night. But then I thought ‘Fuck it, you only live once.’ With that, I got up without saying a word, and went after Roxy. In my drunken state I wasn’t sure I’d be able to remember where her caravan was, so I took a chance and headed off in the general direction she had gone in. I was in luck. I managed to catch up with her just as she. He is a faggot. Call him that, often – not as if you were cursing him with that appellation, but praising him. Faggot, faggot, faggot… It should be music to his ears. It should assure him that his purpose in life is to suck cock, to get fucked, to serve men in whatever ways they wish and demand.2. Make him feel good about his buttcunt. All pussybois are initially naturally self-conscious and worried about what their Daddies and Tops think about them. They want so to please. They are submissive.