But it made sense, everything did with that little piece of information, Debbie rubbing into Christy that we were together and she had slept with me, ...hristi's hostility towards me. Even Debbie's coldness towards our lovemaking, and eventual disappearance, when she and her lesbian lover reconciled.The numbness in my brain must have distracted me for a moment because Debbie was now standing beside Christy, she was the bitch to Christi's butch. They were both dressed in robes, but Christi's was. “The problem came when he pimped me out to several of his friends and associates, his idea, not mine, and it unleashed my inner slut. Once she was released, she refused to go back inside. Thus the trial separation, as I wanted to have a better taste of independence, to take a lover or two, or more, of my own choosing, to see if there was more of life than one as his private whore. When I saw you browsing in my store, I knew right away that you were perfect for the role of paramour. Ripe cherry. That way both hands are busy on the keyboard and I can only get the odd quick stroke in before I send a reply. Some guys are wannabes and ask a lot of questions, some are fellow cucks, sometimes the odd bull will chat, lots of times some guy wants to tell me that I have a tiny penis and I don't deserve to have a fine piece like my wife all to myself. They tell me all about their large cock and what they want to do with it. By this time I am very hot and bothered. My penis begins to drip precum. " He went into the hall and unlocked the door to Candy's room. Sarah followed him in. She was shocked at the d?cor in the room; pink wallpaper, a flowery duvet cover, flounces round the base of the bed. Very feminine. There was a wardrobe, a chest of drawers and a dressing table. On the chest were three polystyrene heads each covered with a different coloured wig; jet black, blonde and chestnut brown. Through the slightly open wardrobe door Sarah could just see several different outfits.