"Bobby smiled at her. "You can never have too many of those. I'm just starting to figure that out myself." Well, thanks," she said softly. She stared ...t her hands in her lap. "Bobby... I'm pretty fucked up. The only times I haven't felt fucked up lately, have been with you and Sammy. I'm really sorry for what I said on the phone. I understand about you guys... being together... that night at the cabin." Thanks," he replied.There was another long silence. Then Bobby asked, "So have you finished. He looked down sadly at his fully erect willy and sighed. He simply could not control it anymore. Each creak from the bed, each groan from her lover and each lusty scream or pant from his wife coaxed another sad dribble of cuckold tears from his straining erection.He looked to his right to see, on the bedside table, his chastity device lying redundant. They'd secured his hands so there was no need to secure his penis. He looked down again at the sticky mess his cuckold tears had made and. " Where's home?" I have a room in Chester with a nice old lady. She is the only one in the whole town that is nice to me."On the way down to our vehicles I mentioned that I wasn't a carpenter, but I knew a lot about buildings with what I was going to be doing for a living. When she was opening her car door she turned and faced me. "Jason, could you build my house for me? I mean a really nice snug little cabin that is warm and comfortable. Someplace I can work and forget I've got too much money.. . it was very ugly but it turned out very well for me and very badly for her... well, I'm sure God will forgive you for that... and that... even for that... so, I understand you've got some more free time on your hands... yes, He'll even forgive you for calling her that and I'll remember it to use later... so, how would you like to work here Tuesdays and Fridays, for my partner Ms. Karen on Mondays and Thursdays, six hundred a week from each of us? Yes, six hundred each... I know Angie was only.