I followed the directions and sure enough, I found the place. It was in a development. Nice house. Nice neighborhood. I texted him and he showed up at...the side gate he said he would and let me in. I was really excited! I'm sure if the neighbors were up and saw it, they knew exactly what was going on. I felt like such a slut. A complete stranger and he had made me agree to be used and thrown out.He let me in a spare bedroom on the lower level and told me to take off my shoes since it was raining. You wanted to know, didn’t you?’ ‘know, know what?’ l knew exactly what he meant though. ‘know if the feelings were still there’ he said I moved next to him, put my arm round him, put my head to his chest and said ‘look, what happened in the past, happened in the past, this is now, it’s very different’ ‘o l know’ he said ‘but we did have fun in the old days’ cupping one of my breasts in his hand, massaging it, l. ' Nor am I 'bisexual.' But I am certainly not 'gay!' I admit to admiring these very manly, and dominant men that have fucked my wife, and gotten her pregnant; and yes I do find a certain 'envy' towards their far, far bigger cocks than mine; but that is not an indication of being 'gay,' or it isn't for me. I have never 'participated', directly, physically, with the other men my wife has fucked. In all such circumstances I've been a voyeur, ONLY!I support, encourage, and photograph these various. All clear, except – shit – my discarded knickers. I swiftly shoved them into my bag as my dad swept into the house straight into the front room and flopped down onto the arm chair, which, moments before, I had been pleasuring myself on.‘Evening Hunny’ He smiled, and looked me up and down. Taking in my flushed and startled expression, and the unkempt nature of my school clothes he raised an eyebrow, ‘Good day at school?’‘Alright…’ I mumbled and started edging to the door for a swift exit.‘Are.