Sometimes men, though.”“I could see that,” I said, regarding her cover girl face and action heroine physique. “Male admirers throwing themselv...s at you.”She chuckled. “Throwing is a bit far, but luckily, the occasional fellow checking me out amuses my husband, instead of making him jealous.”“Ditto for me, but vice versa.”“Your spouse attracts a lot of male attention?” Amber asked.“Not a lot. Sporadically. Though, the women are bolder with their examination, poking his muscles.”“Gross. Now I’m. Debbie had recovered and now stood at the side of the bed. She threw a punch to Pam’s mid section, she rolled to my side and I let go of her wrist’s. Debbie jumped on the bed and was going over me to Pam. ‘You have some fucking nerve you little bitch, you fucked my husband and didn’t ask either.’ I was dumbstruck, if what Debbie was saying was true, then I was lost as to who I was married to. ‘You came home d***k, acting like a little slut, what did you think your father would do? He did what. It broke. "Now I'm tired of being a nice fellow. I'll break your back next and then your elbows. You will talk to me or else you will be so badly damaged you will never recover. Now talk to me or become crippled for life." I work for James Stanley of the Greater Western Development Company, you sadistic savage. You will pray for death when he finishes with you." Boy, you're behind the times. Jimmy Stanley is locked up in my jail with a bullet hole in him. My personal assistant, a. Jean turned out to be a real sex fiend once she had no worries. One of her inventions was to conspire with Pat to put me through a bondage session every so often. The one I liked the most involved strapping me to a chair and then taking it in turns to arouse me. They would then mount me and ride me until I almost came, but then stop for a short while. This would be repeated until either they became so sore that they could no longer take my cock or I was unable to produce any more cum juice..