“So, the question is, am I part of your life? Can I be secure in the knowledge you are there for me and for our child?”Security? What is it? Money...in the bank? Health? Belief in a benevolent creator? A chemical which enslaves? All the surveys done show the main thing women want in a marriage or in a nonmarriage relationship is security. That does not mean money. Like Mary said, it means is their partner there for them? Do they have someone to rely on? Can they wake up each and every morning for. "Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked. I honestly didn't know. "Let me have a good look at your cock," he ordered. I turned toward him. The moment he touched it, it was hard. He moved toward me and held his hard cock next to mine. His was longer and thicker! "Do you think you can suck it?" he asked. I only nodded. "Your first time? he asked.I nodded. "Don't worry! Joel will sleep until ten. We wore him out." Gently, Bill taught me how to suck cock. He taught me how to hold my head. He looked across at Ainsley and wondered where her mind wandered tonight. “You’re not listening to me.” Travis rolled the ice cubes about in his tumbler, causing them to clink. He placed the glass carefully on a coaster. The young waitress began to make her way towards them. Ainsley finally met his gaze, her violet eyes appraising him as though she had only just noted his presence in the room. She searched his face. Her eyes dropped to her drink and she stirred the liquid distractedly. . Once he appeared in the doorway, I looked him right in the eye and took his wife by the hair, made a fist with my hand, grabbing a big bunch of her hair, and pulled her face into My lap."Notice how your wife" I said while maintaining eye contact, "My SLUT" I emphasized the word SLUT, "dresses for her Daddy."He just kept glancing from her to Me."Up on your knees" I said to her, while gently lifting her by the handful of hair within my left hand. She lifted and her body was exposed to her very.