At the thought of her dismal home-life with Henry, her bright, ambitious husband, the slight, satisfied smile that had begun to play across her perfec...ly-formed lips faded away and her high, clear brow wrinkled with anxiety. In the six months since her marriage to Henry, the beautiful strawberry blonde had been forced to arrive at the conclusion that something was basically wrong with their relationship, something serious, and until last night, she had been unable to put her finger on precisely. I step out of the shower, dripping wet, my small smooth cock completelycleaned of cum. Unwilling to take the time to dry off, I park my swollenbum on the side of the bath, trying to gather my thoughts.How long will it be before I change back? How did I get into thispredicament? Is there any part of me that likes being this way? What doesJay think? - These questions run riot in my brain, refusing to settle. Ifeel like I might pass out."Are you okay?" the voice startles me. Looking up, I see Jay. I was disappointed to see that at 7:00 pm there was still no action outside of the booth as the reviews I read were suggesting. A guy was waiting with his ass up in the dark room, a guy was getting fucked at the sling but other than that it was pretty chill.I was hoping to be followed by a lot of men but it was not really the case. Eventually, after the sling area was free, I entered the area and few men joined me. But only one offered me his nice cock to suck. The others were watching but did. I leaned the shotgun against a wall just inside. The car stopped about thirty feet away. I brought my pistol up. I had met Carl once about a year and a half ago at a company party. He got out of the car. I noticed that there was someone in the passenger side, too.I spoke loudly. “Carl, I read your threat. The police are coming and I am armed ready to repel a home invasion by you or anyone. The signs say for you to leave.”He said, “I want to see Gail. We’re still married. I have a right to see.