Spencer shrugs, but pushes the question to the back of his mind for another time and follows her in. The shop looks like a junk yard. Shelves line the...walls and fill up almost every available inch of floor space and they themselves are filled with junk that Spencer can only guess is the antique part of the store. In the back of the dimly lit store sits an old man with a very bald head and very white Fu Manchu.“Jianyu!” Angela shouts, suddenly breaking the silence.The old man looks up as if for. I got glimpses of tits and ass as clothing dropped around her. It was making my pecker rise slowly and surely. I was getting ready to use him again. Brooke obviously was good at this. "Tell me slut, have you done this before?" "Yes master. Yeah. I did this on the nights Robbie was out gambling. I was making money at strip clubs. I'm really naughty master. You could punish me if you think I need it. You really should, daddy." "I think you're right little slave. You do need to be taught a lesson.. "They just look weird!"That didn't sound so good. "Weird?" I asked."Yeah – you've got that massive hole between your cheeks – gaping like a whore's twat – and then down there, right under it, a fucking huge pair of bollocks. It looks weird but at the same time really fucking hot!"I grinned back at him. That was more like it.I directed my cock downwards with my left hand so that he could see its thickened shaft and engorged head underneath my balls.He guffawed again, even more loudly than. “Just a lot of late nights,” I told him. “Our daughters are younger than we are.”Steve snorted. “True.” He shook his head, glancing at the open door. “Sam is rambunctious today.”“She's excited by the gift you gave her,” I said, standing up and grabbing my phone. I tried to be casual about it. “Now, I'm going to shower. Can you get one of the girls to start breakfast while I get ready for church.”“Sure,” he said, smiling at me.Should I tell my husband? What if he didn't understand? What if he.