She brought home her "estranged" son and her father to spend a few days where in which they ****d, d**gged and delivered me appearing guilty to Dean.N...edless to say he he was horrified and frankly his mind would not allow him to conceive that this "slut" he married could be more loyal to him than his family with a half brother who he's always thought was better looking than himself. I do not agree.After removing my corsetted and titty clamped d**gged carcass out of his brother's room where he. ‘…you should see MY sauce right now’ I thought to myself, referring to the moisture between my legs that was certainly running down to His shirt.“Let’s eat right there, at the bar, shall we?” he added and handed me plates.The dinner was out of this world, much like everything else about Him. In a bold move, I decided to ask Him another personal question:“You’re amazing, D” I said, “You really are… So why no wife, to steady woman, if you don’t mind me asking?”He smiled and took a drink from His. ” Mrs. Perkins explained. “I’m going to reach into your little boy hole, gently, and massage a special place in here. It’s so special that most don’t even know about it. As I do, your immediate need to climax will be replaced by a subtle need to pee….. and yet, you will not pee at all.”It’s then that Mrs. Perkins slid her long middle finger up into my rectum as she slowly twisted and revolved her finger up inside of me. I was starring directly at my penis and the pee-hole in particular and then. She said, "Uh-oh. Let's take a break. Do you have some crackers? I could use some crackers."Susan looked incredulous. But then she caught herself. "Oh. Right. We have to be normal. Drat!" She got up from the chair and went to a cabinet above the oven to get a box of crackers. "It's not fair, though. I mean, how are we supposed to behave when we have a master who's just so..." - she breathed with a simmering, lusty heat - "masterly?"Suzanne chuckled. A few short months ago, she wouldn't have.