He merely saw them as perceived threats and with no show of passion, dealt with them. Then, the next moment, I ordered him to get dressed and he obeye..., like a little boy. (Not anyone would ever call him "little boy" who saw him before his pants went on.The way I have been carrying on about his sexual endowments, you might get the impression he was built along the lines of an elephant trunk. No, not at all, nor was he built along the lines of some Neanderthal with a giant war club dangling. . is that what you do?”“Do you mean oral sex?”She nodded.Jack shifted uncomfortably in his seat.“Sorry I didn’t mean to pry.”He looked down at his wine glass. “I think you’ll find that most cuckolds will do that,” he informed. “It’s part of the ritual; part of the humiliation and degradation.”“Part of the excitement too?”Jack nodded.“I can imagine that the cuckold’s wife will find it exciting as well.”“Very.”Helen smiled before picking up her wine glass to finish its contents. “Thank you for. Her pussy was predictably sore after the hard fucking, and we would work without her. I kissed Amanda and lowered her to my waist. I cast a look at this incredible 13 year old and watched her hover her pussy over my cock. She bent over and sucked her little sisters juices off, and I moaned as her tongue traveled my shaft. Her pussy was still wet from the tongue lashing I had given her, and she was ready. She lowered herself down, and my cock entered the second virgin pussy that night. Her cunt. Once again the kitchen staff have proven their worth, a great investment two years ago. Even my dinner parties and evening company have discussed amongst their circles about the food from the dinner table on the Hopkins Plantation. A good investment indeed, for I love the fact that my social status is growing within the community. Grandfather, God rest his soul, would be proud. And now to start the days tasks. Peter is waiting at the entry door with my hat, cloak, and walking cane. Beaming, his.