And I teased him.“Are you gonna tell your boyfriend that I fucked you? That you cheated on him?”“No.”I then told him what my expectations were...for this upcoming week while I’m gone.“I’m sure Marlon is gonna want pussy while I’m gone. Are you going to be okay with that.”“Yes, ma'am.”“Are you gonna go see him if he wants you to.”“Yes.”“And do what you’re told?”“Yes.”“No matter what he wants?”“Yes.”“Are you my PussyBoy?”“Yes.”“And what does that mean, sweetie?”“That you are my queen. That I serve. I love these scars too. Our joke has been that should I piss her off enough, she could have me sent to prison for wife abuse simply by showing the cops her legs. My wife has a scar on her chest, where her right breast used to be. She was too young and too healthy to have breast cancer, but apparently the breast cancer was unaware of these prerequisites, and attacked her anyway. She has always had beautiful breasts, and I a committed breast man. I remember sitting there in the doctor’s office. My pussy. It felt nice. I wanted Neal to fuck me, at least a little before he came. Judy and I knew this little cutie-pie was going to pop a big load somewhere, in somebody or on somebody, pretty damn soon.We shuffled around. He slid in my little cooch just like we had been fucking since we were seven years old.All cocks are different, I had learned that much about sex. Neal didn't have the fanciest set of equipment in the world, but..all the artists and composers be praised...Neal was a bass. When Jorge started working in the backyard, Danielle made her move. She brought out some lemonade and sandwiches. She told Jorge how much she appreciated their work, and they should take a break. Luis was working at another house, but Jorge called him and told him to come over. Jorge and Danielle were on the patio. Our bedroom slider was at the other end of the house, but I could follow the action with mini binoculars. Jorge was clearly checking out Danielle's legs and when Luis showed up, he.