It’s okay.’ He seemed to still feel bad, but took my reassurance and went back to his show while I plopped onto my bed, opened my laptop and chec...ed my e-mail. When I came across the title: ‘Fuck Life!’ I knew it was my sister and her rants again. I opened the e-mail to read almost a novel’s worth of bullshit that she went on and on about. Finally something that actually seemed important to me was her stating that Dad was going about his ways again and if I was thinking correctly about what. I could, if you wanted me to, look like this.”Suddenly standing before me, with its long fingered web-like hand wrapped around my cock pulling me towards the bed, was a hideous creature which had a strong resemblance to the “Creature from the Black Lagoon”, one of my all-time favorite 1950’s horror films. My survival instinct immediately made me try to flee, but with my cock being held securely, I was helpless. A moment later Eve was back, she effortlessly swept me off my feet and dropped me on. Maybe not. It cuts all ways, doesn't it? What are the chances now that I meet someone better than all those guys? You are as good as most, so it's a lot of effort and risk for not very much. What I do know is that finding another husband like you would be a completely different problem. Much harder, so whatever it takes to keep you, that's what I want." So we can stop all this?" If you really want to, but there's still the two we haven't done and a lot more besides." Cuckold and cuckquean.". "Shh! I didn't say you could speak." She hissed, I bowed my head down."Let's see how good you are, pick up my pen from the floor." She ordered."Where on the floor, Ma'am?" I asked searching the clean carpeted floor."Shush! Wait you silly little girl," She condescended, "pick up this pen."She flicked her pen from off her desk and onto the floor, it bounced and rolled behind me. I looked over my shoulder at it and then looked back at her, awaiting the order."Good," she praised, "ok, now pick it.