.?” she choked, the shame flushing her cheeks a deep red. She looked into her own desperate eyes and immediately saw what a whore she looked. Agains... all her better judgement, she could feel her sex clench and drip a little more.“Every single second. Just in case I feel like he ever needs to see who you truly are.” His tone carried no remorse, no shame. He was actually smiling at her. “I told you. You're my good girl. You're my little slut, now.”She stared back at him, unflinchingly, as his. All through the meal he’d eyed her tempting mouth, imagining it was his cock she was chewing on. He felt she owed him that much.He’d kept the evening sober; not wanting her dopey and unresponsive later; able to appreciate his pride and joy; that he’d tirelessly masturbated into it’s prime condition over the years.The young bimbo had to learn the basics; that she can’t flash her fanny around him without giving some head before long.Mike unbuckled his trousers and lowered the zip. “Hey Kimmy .... Anyway I think they knew more then my wife and I suspect. The fact that the bitch stop giving up the pussy months before she walked her fat ass out on us was something I thought we had hidden from them. Then one day I came home from work to fine my wife had packed up and walked out, come to find out later that she had been shacking up with some guy she knew back in high school.” Chris said as they order another round.When Chris picked up his story your great-grandfather was more then just. “Jake has this weird fetish which wasn’t a problem when we were dating. He likes to see me get fucked, or at least know that other guys are doing me and that is what makes him hard. I was a real slut and always had three or four guys, at least, banging me all the time so I had lots of stories to tell and a wet pussy to turn him on. He said he’d been looking for a woman like me and we were really compatible in other ways too. Finally I gave in and married him.“At first it was just fine but as my.