It seemed I had to expel something, either from one side or the other.My parents were deeply concerned and wanted to take me to the doctor. I dissuade... them, insisting that it was some kind of a stomach bug that would pass. I drank water, took Tylenol, and endured. I felt bad about missing work again, but there was no way I could last a shift at the drug store.Cathy had not called. Pamela did, saying Cathy went in for more tests. She had blood in her urine and signs of bruising. I guessed that. He leaned back to relax and enjoy her attention. Gradually she worked her way up his legs, working his calf muscles with her fingers. Further up, she concentrated on the area behind his knees. She kissed his body as she went.His thigh muscles were tense and she had to spend quite a while rubbing, caressing his inner thigh. Each time she slid her hand up the inside surface her fingers got closer and closer to his crotch. She had him lie on his stomach so she could reach the back of his legs. Her. Her tongue invaded my mouth. She released my hands and I threw my arms around her, holding her to me and sucking hungrily on her tongue. I expected to reach my climax in that manner but her thoughts went in another direction. She withdrew from me, flipped me easily onto my front and took me from behind in the manner of a dog and bitch. Her hand strummed my nub and her breath, hot on my neck, was coming in gasps of pleasure, matched by my own. I reached my climax before her, writhing beneath her. " I am. You know, there's another side benefit for you from Black-cuckolding your hubby." What's that?" - asked Linda."The longer this goes on and the more he accepts it and his diminished role, the more, well, eager he will be to please you in other ways. The balance of power between you will shift in your favor." I kind of like the sound of that," said Linda with a conspiratorial smile. "It would make things much easier." You'd be amazed. You'll probably get an earful from Bruce about thing.