He just sat listening to me as I told him there was a car park at the rear of the bar, and to tell my wife that he wanted to show her something. It ha...pened so fast after that, my wife returned and we started to finish our drinks, then the arrogant twat stood up and touched my wive’s hand and said “come with me, I want to show you something”I sobered up very quickly, the jealousy hit me quite hard as my wife shyed away and looked at me. After all these years of letting guys fuck my wife, my. "Use that while I ask you more questions. You will need the practice."Practice? I thought to myself. And why was he calling me 'faggot'? I wasn't gay.He looked down at me clearly waiting for me to begin. I never used a dildo before and felt like crying again. He stared at me and it was clear I had no choice. I lined the tip of the dildo up against my hole and pushed in just a little. He just stared directly into my eyes. I pushed in and there was a sharp pain. I let out a little sigh and I. .....? ." "I am just thanking you for all you have done for me over the years darling. You have been a model son and I appreciate it so much." "I would do anything for you Mom, and you know that." We lay there for a few more minutes and Mom became restless. Her hand slowly worked its way down over my stomach towards my groin. I just lay there wondering what was going to happen next. I had been out with a few girls and even though I wasn't a virgin, I still hadn't really enjoyed a good sexual. Several times Stacey went over to her mother and asked how she was doing. Sometimes she took a nipple clamp off, obviously enjoying the groan from her mother as blood flowed back in, then she either fitted it straight back on, or teased her mother by not putting it back for a while before walking forward and fitting it back on. It was not clear which Grace was hating the most, the pony or the nipple clamps, especially having them taken off and put back on. But despite her mother's pleas, Stacey.