Remember TV when a show was on at a certain time and you had no fucking choice what was on and you also couldnt pause it? Well thats of course until V...R's made it into every home. But the problem there was you could record something but when you went to pause it, the frames were sometimes blurry from too much movement or those hazy lines were scrolling and covered up something important. It was indeed difficult to be a k** of the 70's and 80's and wack it to TV. At about 9 years old, something. They each confided in me that this other partner wasn’t nearly as good as I was but their mother had said that they needed to train the man to do what they wanted and if he wouldn’t comply, replace him. So far that hadn’t been needed.Sis asked me if I was dating anybody and I said no, not actual dating, but there was a married woman who was screwing me every once in a while. I think she was a bit jealous hearing that but also very curious as I told about the situation with Adele. Sis’s reaction. He was entirely Wendy’s possession, to be used as she deemed fit. He had no say about any sex life he might or might not ever have or enjoy again. If Wendy wanted to sodomize him every time she had a fight with me, she was within her rights to lash out and take it out on him. If she wanted him to eat her ass while I plowed her ... or Tamara, Jordan had to comply. If she opted to dress him as a French maid and have him do all household chores, he would have no recourse against her whims.“I might. He removes the thong as I’m standing. He turns me to the bath and steps behind me, pressing against me. His right hand brings the thong to my cock and wraps it around me. The feeling is great and becomes electric as he starts to stroke me. I stand upright and press back slightly. I can feel his cock against my bare arse.Paul keeps up a regular pace on my cock. I reach behind him and grab his cock. A couple of strokes later I tip it upwards and place it in the valley behind me. His cock is firm.