You strain yourself trying to think of your past, but end up with nothing. The only memory you seem to have is a deep and gravely voice followed by a ...echanical beeping. You hear words, yet you can't make out a single word.You stand up and find that you are wearing a raggy hood and what some firm pads. Wrapped around your waist is a purple and white cloth with a gold stripe running through it. You find a holster on the belt this cloth is attached to. In the holster is a bulky revolver. It has a. That weak cuck always falls for it. My beauty is his poison, my body is his d**g, and my voice is his sanity. "Honey, Tyrone from upstairs just called and said he wants you to help him with a package of his. He sounded way too demanding for a guy wanting a favor from my wife. "Honey, It's okay, he's just a real man, I mean, a real hard working guy. I will be back" I say to him with a smile. "But darling, why are you going upstairs wearing only panties with a tiny t-shirt for? Isn't that too. She followed my gaze and then softly said, “Arthur I was just going for a swim in the pool would you like to join me?” I could hardly speak but said, “ I would love to but I don’t have any trunks.” She replied, “That’s okay you are wearing underwear aren’t you?" Yes,” I replied. “Then get those jeans and shirt off and follow me.” I did as she said but was nervous as hell. It was obvious I was trying to cover an erection. She slowly walked down the steps of the shallow end of the pool and I. ?He does, Sherman?,replied Mistress ?but he isn?t going to get that opportunity this morning,remember you just need to feed him?. Kathy pulled Sherman?scock out through his shorts; it was long and hard. A splinter of sunlight thatnow played across the patio cast a warm golden glow on the erect member. Thesunlight made the black hair on his dick glisten, also. ?You want to suck it, Roy,don?t you, you always want to suck a hard cock, don?tyou? Well you're not going to. Open your fuckinglittle.