You might not like it at the moment, but you’ll get used to it if you know what’s good for you. From now on you’re my loser cuckold, and you wil... do as I say. Do you understand?” You look up at her again, terrified to argue. “Yes, I understand. I will do as you say.” You’ve heard of the term cuckold before and you know what it means, the thought of this makes your heart sink. It was only last week you proposed to her with a £2,000 engagement ring and it’s probably been all over her new lovers. ." Tom, I don't know the details, but I do know you've got a reputation as a hard-working, utterly reliable, skilled seaman. You've earned that despite your background as you put it. You do a skilled, responsible job ... God, Tom, I want to hit you." That would be mutiny, you know. I might have to keel-haul you ... or perhaps send you to sit at the cross-trees all night," but he was smiling as he said it."Seriously, Tom ... what is really ludicrous is that Chrissie doesn't think she's good. Three large computer monitors were arranged around the diminutive figure of my assistant, whose name I still didn’t know. She tapped on a keyboard and swiped images from one screen to another. She had a spreadsheet, a calendar, a word processor, a diagram, and several browser windows open.I didn’t want to startle her, so I cleared my throat.“Mr. Smith!” she shouted. She nearly fell out of her chair. So much for not startling her.“Yes. While I order breakfast for the crew here, why don’t you. I hold off knowing the best is yet to come.You maintain eye contact with me as you take up a steady rhythm, taking quick breaths on each back stroke as my hard cock slides deep into your throat then back to just nestle inside your wet sucking mouth... your tongue lashing my head before you plunge back down the shaft. I'm rapidly approaching my climax, and you know this. You speed up your strokes while your fingers drift between my buttocks and slide towards my asshole. I groan as your middle.