“Um, I think you look nice.”He laughed, “Nice? That’s what you tell your aunt. Come on, can’t you do better than that?”I laughed this time... “OK, I think you look pretty, is that better.” I was telling the truth, he did look pretty, much prettier than I thought any man had a right to look.He grinned back at me, “Getting there, at least. Come on, the table’s set, take the wine with you and go sit down. I’ll bring the food through.”I walked through to the small dining room where some paintings on. . she kinda tossed erica’s arm across her, with her hand ending up on my leg… In my drunken state I couldn’t control how horny I was getting. Saying I had an erection didn’t quite cut it. I was full on pulsating as I felt Sarah’s warm body in front of me.Sarah-“ I can’t sleep.”Erica-“ why don’t I turn the lights off”As she got up I definitely felt her hand slow as she pulled it across my hard cock, beneath my jeans of course..She turned off the lights and laid back down, her hand went right. He is my bitch and I am his. That's just the way things work between us. Now we live together it is much more enjoyable- if I bring back someone, I fuck them in the spare room whereas Tom never brings back anyone. As I said, he is my bitch and I will punish him when he hooks up when he goes out. Often, I will put him in a chastity device to ensure his celibacy. On those nights, he is always very eager to come home to his 'Mamita' and have me take care of his 'discomfort'.Tom got back from a. Well, I'm sorry, but that's still outside therealm of what anyone can reasonably expect a nineteen-year-old to dealwith, that's just plain fucked-up. That just makes a mockery ofeverything; it's as if he--I'm sorry "she"--just doesn't give a shit howmuch embarrassment he's causing everyone else around him, mostsignificantly, yours truly.And he's supposed to love me, right? He always said he did, anyway. Ilove you, you're the most important thing in my life, etc etc.Yeah, right!Why the hell did.