" But I don't want to be spanked!" I complained. "I could cleanthe house right now, while you are here. Would that satisfyyou?" Your wife gave me spec...fic directions to spank you if the housewas a mess. If you don't accept the spanking, she will triplethe spanking you would have received from me, once she arriveshome." Jill said. "So what will it be?"A regular spanking from my wife was sometimes painful, and atriple spanking would be unbearable, so I said, "I don't want atriple spanking from my. ” I removed the wrench and the gold chain from around my neck and freed Henry’s cock. I wasn’t at all surprised when it expanded and hardened. I smiled, kissed Henry’s lips briefly then bent down and kissed my favorite cock in all the world. A few minutes later Henry followed me back down to the living room. I sat in a chair; Henry sat at my feet.Daddy came home from work at five—early for him and I handled the introductions. I asked if we could meet together for a few minutes after. I guess that was all that needed to be said.As I plowed him, railed him, bred him, he moaned and flexed, showing me his muscles, displaying his pride, being what he needed to be: His father’s slut-bottom son, born and raised to serve the cock that created him.His mother moved out years ago - sensing, I think, our growing bond, unwilling to intrude on our deviant passion - frightened by it. Who knows? I don’t and I don’t care that much. She gets her alimony check and I get better pussy than she. He tries to make conversation but I tune him out until he asks what brings you in here tonight? “Argument with my wife” I snap“Yeah that’s what the bartender said.”I look him in the eye with the thought of knocking him out; he smiles and says the bartender told me you show up here after fighting with your wife. Sorry to hear that you just looked like you needed somebody to talk to. “Do I have I need somebody to talk to written on my forhead or something?” getting a bit more pissed off.“No” he.