It could be tomorrow, it could be next month. Just think how exciting it will be for you know that anytime now your phone could ring and once again yo... are going to feel hot cum inside you.My heart sank. The other messages were pictures and still frames obviously taken from the secret cameras in his dungeon. Images of me in fishnet stockings with a cock in my mouth. Images of my anus stretched around that huge dildo. Images of Steve fucking me and my hard cock showing just how much I enjoyed. He had, by anyone's standards, managed admirably in raising the boy on his own.That was until, by some welcome change of luck, two years later he met Sarah. A single parent too, their friendship blossomed from pushing their respective toddlers in buggies to nursery school. Sarah's daughter Lucy was six months younger than Josh, a little cutie with flyaway blonde locks tethered beneath a red bonnet.Morning coffees and a shared lifestyle that revolved around their children somehow led to romance. Danny had set himself the moment he had come in the room,though he looked relaxed. Then the fat man reached for Danny, trying toshove the two towards where Jeff was standing. He found Danny hard to moveand Danny looked into the man's eyes. He had no desire to fight now andnot knowing why the man who was playing with his ring walked over besideJoe whose hands were shaking. Joe was on the verge of tears.For a moment it appeared that Danny and the overweight bouncer were goingto fight. The. He’s my husband. So what’s wrong with me? What is it that makes me want to have made, passionate, fully-reproductive sex with another man? A black man? Was it me? Was it Tony? Was it Ron? Was it Ron’s bedroom? What about the kinkiness of fulfilling my satin fetish? What about the supposed stigma of interracial sex? Why was I having these urges? What was wrong with me???The day lingered, and we got cleaned up ourselves. We showered together, which was steamy and hot, ending with me.