” Other guys were like “Damn, nice rack,” and lost focus of the initial point of fighting. My Slut Boi was shocked too, because that is not a ge...ture he would have expected from me in public, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I totally enjoyed using dominant power and feminine control to end that fight. After the game, we ventured back into NYC and started our next round of debauchery. My Slut Boi and I had planned a trip to Blood Manor, NYC’s best haunted house. We were like. Sucked her finger and kissed her again...she asked if I liked it...I said delicious~! My cock stayed hard, I then figured out why, I needed to piss, I told her I had something warm to give her, I started pulling out, slowly, back in, slowly, relaxing my bladder muscle, I began letting go my full bladder, while I shoved in, and out as I pissed in her ass, she bent over, I pulled her head up by her hair through one of the ladder rungs, her tits sticking out in to the air, still pushing her ass. He had absolutely no problem asking the most embarrassing questions. He even made it seem as though they were harmless. He honestly expected me to answer them, which was a completely different take from asking them just to embarrass me.He was maybe three years older than me, then again maybe not. He told stories about college, so if he had finished, he started business at twenty-two just like me. Unlike me, he seemed to have been building his business for at least three years.While he was. It was just my imagination. After the shower, I made breakfast and left for the office leaving a note for my son on the table. I told him in the note to have breakfast, and lock the door when he would be leaving for his work. A duplicate key of my house was also there next to the note on the table. After that nothing hardcore happened between us for three days. He starred at my cleavage all the time, he checked out my legs while watching T.V with me in the living room. He also brushed his hand.