“Lay down on this cot facing down”, I ordered, as I got up from the cot. He obeyed. I pulled up his lungi to reveal his smooth, bare ass. There wa... not a strand of hair. I parted his buttcheeks and revealed his tight asshole. Instantaneously, I put my face on his ass and started licking his hole. He moaned softly, which made me harder.I bit his ass cheeks gently and slapped them. Then, I put my tongue into his hole, rimming him as hard as I could. “Ayyo!”, he cried. I realized, he was far more. However she had also sent me an email which I didn’t see until I got home and of course she knew I had been lying. By the next day I admitted I had been at the pub at the time. I got a text and email from RDL. It was a Saturday and I had to be at home at 4.00 pm that afternoon. At 4.00 pm on the dot the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find Joyce Campbell standing there. I of course should have realised she was the RDL disciplinarian but like an idiot I said, “Hullo Joyce, come in.” Joyce. What I didn't know when I married was that the mangrove mud was still between my toes. I still cuddle into the bony corners of my wife at night and guess I will when we're both grey and palsied but the times with Suzie and the other players keeps that mud between my toes from cracking.It had been a good night. I had been sleeping well and the woman Suzie had brought --- let's talk about her some time soon --- had been, well, interesting.Late, I returned to Suzie. She was still be on her knees.. He smiled down at her as he kept it coming, soon filling her mouth faster than she could swallow it. As it overflowed across her chin he followed with the glass, pouring a thin, steady stream over her breasts and belly, until it funneled between her legs, mixing with her own sticky nectar, finally trickling into a building puddle on the floor below."Decisions, decisions. What should I do with such an anxious young lady? Should I grant her her wish and stick my cock in her? Although, I haven't.