I stopped myself from being like that. He might not have been.“Anyway, she handled everything, I mean everything. All I had to do bring in the mon...y to pay them bills and every once in a while eat her ass.”A bowel slipped out of my hands, “Um, heh, right.” I imagined a slightly younger, but still old, black man on his knees before a black woman, his wife, with her ass in his face.“Now, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. That was too much information for your young ears.”I cleared my throat, tending to. He had to be lying. I would never, ever have kissed my brother! Never! That was so gross! He must have been playing a trick on me! That had to be it right?Suddenly my memory came back slowly. I closed my eyes for a moment and touched my lips. I was curious now, a little too curious.I opened my eyes and was so pissed off! I got up from my bed and walked right out to the living room where Ben stood.I narrowed my eyes at him. "I hope you are joking about this. If you're joking haha! You got me. He spanked my ass and pulled me up on the bed. He asked me to finger myself like a slut. I finger for 5 minutes with three fingers in it meanwhile he was oiling his dick and swinging a stick.After some time, he came and grab my ass and tried inserting his dick inside. It was tight but with some time it went in. For a brief moment of time, I was sitting on his cock doing nothing just adjusting to my new life as a bottom bitch. He hit me with the stick and told me to bounce. He started bouncing. It hurts, more ego than pain."You are rubberslut. You said you wanted to be, I will make you thatway. I shared my wife with you."Whoa! Sub currents I detect, but right now, I'm frightened. The wordsare beginning to penetrate.Master Dave walks back to his director chair, slumps into it, tired.Bambi is up. I don't think she is tag teaming, but just getting back ontrack of things. She goes to the bar, grabs a beer, breathes, herlovely ass looking so good to me, in spite of everything.She guzzles.