He had a horrible habit of licking it from his hands. He rubbed it for a few more seconds, with his blonde hair flying up and down. He could feel he w...s about to come, but he left for dinner. Ruggles was always hungry. He had already finished off the contents of the cookie jar downstairs.Ruggles ran downstairs to dinner. Ajax, his "employer" was waiting with the grandest of dinners awaiting Ruggles. Ajax was a surly, redheaded, man with a goatee. He was about six feet and ten inches inches. We have a good relationship, but my wife's sex drive is much more than I could ever keep up with and it had started to cause a few problems. We were having dinner with some friends when the topic came up in conversation. Veronica and John said that friends of theirs had a similar problem, so had advertised for a bloke in a contacts magazine. Neither my wife nor myself were particularly keen at the time, but as the weeks passed, the thought of watching my wife being shagged by another bloke. This should have worriedme, I knew, but I felt detached and unconcerned. When the nurse reacheddown to give my inner thigh what must have been a sharp pinch, I couldbarely feel it."Good," she said in a matter-of-fact tone and left my field of vision. Afew minutes later, I was vaguely aware of my shower companion beingmanhandled out of the room by a couple of guards, but I paid little heed.Even when it was my turn, I felt no curiosity about where I was beingtaken. The trip proved to be a short. . er ... sorry mom ... er ... dad,” I blurted out. “I ... I ... er ... couldn’t help it, you know, just seeing you in the flesh and all. I think I’ve just got a bit worked up. I’m sorry, shall I leave the room?”Mom and dad exchanged glances.“Throw me my bath towel,” said mom without getting up so as not to expose her tits.Shaking, I grabbed the bath towel and handed it to her whilst looking away, so she could cover herself up.I now expected a good telling off, especially from dad.“Oh you poor.