As long as I’m happy, you’re happy. I’m going to cum in your mouth, but instead of swallowing it, you’ll share my cum with Peter in a snowball...kiss,” I ordered Gillian as I exploded on her tongue.“My boyfriend is getting his arse fucked in front of me, but I’m not concerned with that at all. It’s normal and healthy to me that he gets to explore this part of his sexuality, just as I am and will. I will not act or be jealous of him at all, whatever he does. I’ll concern myself only with pleasing. He would cook dinner for us and afterwards we would all venture out to the club. We pulled up to the house a little late (and a tad moist) to be greeted at the door with a boisterous welcome of warm hugs. Chris and I had been childhood sweethearts and then lovers in our late teens. He was the boy next door, a friend that was always up for traveling down the unbeaten path, and, most importantly, my first French kiss. After elementary school, he had been sent away for private schooling, limiting. Part of me screamed "Youare in public wearing a dress you gay transvestite!" and another part ofme was conscious of what I had under the kilt. We had amazing sex thatevening although I had spent most of the evening fearing my wife or oneof the other ladies would lift my kilt. I lost count of how many timesEva told me I was sexy.During the course of the evening I had a lot to drink and I remember Evasaid "How about a little bet?" but I did not remember anything else aboutit.The next day I woke. She grabbed Yanna's arm and turned her around with a yank so she could get at the young woman's cuffs. She unlocked them and tossed them onto the bed. "You will have a few moments to rest. But that is all the rest you are getting today. I am going to work you very hard today. I will see for myself exactly how much you remember of your training, if anything."Yanna turned in time to see the curtain falling back into place in her Trainer's wake. She kept her expression carefully dispassionate.