Next thing the doorbell rings and it’s the pizza delivery guy with pizza.Ricks mum suggested we eat at the eating bar and chat about what had been h...ppening for the last few hours. She said she had seen me at the corner of the house the day before when the pool guy was fucking her and she thought it would be good to organize her k**s to stay at friends for the weekend. Her husband was away with work so we had the house to ourselves till Sunday lunch time.She asked me if I was ok with what had. "What nights are you free?" I asked."Monday, Wednesday, Thursday and Sunday nights are the only nights I don't work, and sometimes when it gets busy I'll add a night if I get caught up on my studying. Like next week I'm working Monday instead of Friday, but that's just a one-time thing." Oh," I replied. Sunday nights were generally bad for me because that's when I did a lot of prep work for my own classes, and Monday wasn't any better. Wednesday was a possibility although I had hoped to see. I recognized that it fascinated him very much. As they talked all about my mother said to Glen. "So we have to discuss your marriage and further coming training"As the discussed all Glen was always sitting on me. This was very strenuous and i broke down on the floor. "This was too much for it" Glen said "I think we have all discussed and can go home."We said good-bye and this was the last time i saw my parents in my life. Glen married me 2 days later. It was a conventional marriage in white. ’ It had been a long time since I went to a Dom. But every so often when I fucked up, I went for restitution. Some how it helps me accept what I’ve done. I’m sure there is a name for this type of behavior, but right now I only knew what I needed. The love for kink was taught to me by my ex. When she was mad at me for some reason, she would find some stranger, fuck him, and then make me eat his cum from her cunt or ass. At first I fought it, but by the time we split it was quite a fetish for me..