’ ‘All of it? Don’t you have furniture to move?’ ‘I sold it all with my house, linens and all. I just saved a few mementos is all.’ ‘...e’ll need to sit down and talk about it then, so I can get a feel for your likes and dislikes.’ ‘I’m ready when you are.’ ‘Where are you living now?’ ‘In a furnished apartment about ten miles from here.’ She was still surprised and asked again, ‘All the furniture? Why?’ ‘It had my ex wife’s energy all over it.’ ‘Bad memories.’ ‘That’s it.’ ‘This will be. So I went tanning that night and again Tuesday night, when Justin was gone also. The same thing happened all week and he wasn't on the bus until Friday. When I saw him Friday, I asked casually where he had been all week. Trying not to give off too much of a desperation vibe. “basketball tryouts.” He said. “Oh cool. Cool. How are they going?” “I got cut.” he said. “Oh man. Thats fucking retarded you're sick at basketball.” I said. “Chill dude. Im not gonna let you suck my dick.” Justin shot. My first instinct was to say I was sorry, but I kept my mouth shut.“You fighting with your mother is both childish and immature. She has just been humiliated and found out that her husband is capable of cheating on her. Before you start in on how she should have talked to you about it, don’t even bother until you’ve lived it. I know, because your grandfather did it to me repeatedly during our marriage. Everything she thought she believed about your father is now in question. At every turn. By the time you finished your cock would be hard and leaking. Then it was my turn to suck and lick until you filled my mouth with your hot cream. Afterwards, I'd shower and use an anal douche before inserting my plug. You insisted that I wear the plug most of the day, and use a douche or enema regularly. As promised your cock was in my ass as often as it was in my cunt, and you wanted it to be ready for your use. I reveled in my new-found submissiveness, and every demand you made of me, every.