But I wouldn't be much of a man if I just let you waltz in and take her. So what say you hear me out? It won't take a minute or two and all you'll los... is the chance to find out just how effective those shells are." Normally this would be the part where they either maced Tom, called his bluff or called for backup if not all three. The complication was that they neither believed Tom was bluffing nor that they could call for help or spray him before he pulled the trigger. As with every. “Master Teddy wanted to pimp me out. I didn’t manipulate him. He ordered me to suck his cock, Sir! He ordered me!” she said.“I know,” Dad held up his cell phone. “I turned off Teddy’s account so that he can’t access the cameras in the house. I didn’t turn off my own. I watched you today in between meetings. I don’t have a camera in the bathroom, but the audio pick up is pretty good,” he smirked as he looked at my mom. She had joked about the possibility a camera was in our bathroom.“I heard you. What should I do?Divorce was the obvious answer, and the most likely. I knew that. Then I thought about how I could divorce Gwen anytime. That was the simple part. What could I do to make Gwen see what she had done to me, and my trust? How could I make her feel what I felt? With the help of another scotch, I decided on a course of action.She wanted to act like a slut and make me a cuckold. I decided that I would become the cuckold she seemed to want me to be, and then some. Why do anything half. She had turned Cary face up on the hotel bed, mounted him, and, remaining perfectly still, had massaged his cock with her pussy until he groaned in ecstasy and came inside her. She could not make herself come by doing this, but she felt an incredible thrill when she saw her husband’s face contorting in response to her pussy power alone. Her pride might be wounded but her self-esteem was waxing strong.And she had objective proof of her sexual prowess; for and entire week her husband had not.