"That does not make you a slut. Don't put a name, or a label, on yourself. I don't like labels. Especially that sort of label. Your my wife. That's wh...t matters most to me---and your happiness, as well. Everything else is secondary to me."We looked into each others faces for a long moment or so. Then she smiled, and we leaned over and kissed each other. Once again, my cock stirred behind my swim trunks as our mouths touched, and our tongues briefly slid over the others. Then as we sat back, we. ."Wahata smiled sympathetically, and glanced at a sheet of paper in front of her. "You want to apply for assistance on our Amnesty from Oppression Programme, I gather. What are your reasons? I note that you work for the State Brothel. Is that the reason?" Well, yes. Er ... no. It's for me and my lover. We're both at the Brothel..." And you're both prostitutes are you? Is your lover male or female?"Ana had never been asked such a question so baldly before. It shocked her momentarily, but she. Alex opens wide, and engulfs my whole 9” of thick jock meat at once. Aiming to please, I'm sure, he instantly begins going up and down my shaft, now swelling to a super hard, vein popping thickness, that would soon be aiming for his now pink hairless hole. About this time Dustin and two others walk into the bath house. “Oh shit—sorry Matthew—we can come back”. Alex starts to rise up, but I quickly grab the back of his head. “Nobody told you to stop, punk”, and force his head back down on my. Or moments; lots and lots of moments. Of course, the BOX being Giant Stadium and the MOMENTS being the lint I pick out of my belly-button.I threw a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt on and headed down stairs to put a toe in the water so-to-speak. I truly hoped she was in a good mood.I was both shocked and delighted as I walked into the kitchen. Mom was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee and the morning paper. She looked like she was ready to have her picture taken for the cover of Cosmo.