When I confronted her about her infidelity, she laughed at me and said "Honestly, did you think that I was going to be satisfied with YOUR puny little...dick? I can't even call it a cock!" Denise never did call it a cock, she always referred to it as a "little dick". When she talked about her many ex-lovers, she talked about their "cocks".Facing the reality of my size, or lack thereof, I sheepishly begged her not to leave me. Denise was my fourth wife and I did NOT want to lose her. She was such. She closed her eyes. The bed seemed to fall away, leaving her floating above it, weightless and calm.He was turning her, rolling her onto her belly. His hands were cool, his grasp firm against her naked thighs. She drew her knees under her, offering her ass to him. What she needed came quickly - his strong hands spreading her, then the hot, blunt presence against the entrance, pressing forward slowly, boring into her, deep enough to awaken flesh untouched by any other. The sensation of the cord. Not much time to peruse the inventory. I head over to the cells and hitching posts where the slaves are kept restrained. 9 hitching posts in the ground with five slaves tethered to each one. These are separated into male and female posts in order to keep the bulls separated due to their instinct to bend a female over and breed her then and there. A quick walk through of the males and only one has my interest. His mark alerts me of his origin. He is up for sale from the Roswell farm, and looks. “Oops, I didn’t tell you but Les sat next to me and I gave him a little hand love during the morning session,” Jaycee replies coyly.“I see. Well, what do you say we take this little gathering indoors to finish the evening?” Mike offers.Standing up, the threesome walks the short distance to Mike and Jaycee’s cottage. Once inside, Mike locks the door and proceeds to mix drinks for everybody as he watches Les making out with his wife.Pulling her dress down off her shoulders, Les is pleased to see.