Jeane phoned me on Christmas day when I was home with my parents."Did you like your present?" she asked."Loved it" I said, somewhat red-faced even tho...gh this was a phone call."How did you know I'd like it?"She laughed."You're a guy, aren't you?"I said "Not all guys are into porn."She laughed again and said,"True, but you are the student with the VCR who let me use his apartment alone through term, so forgive me but I was snoopy and I did find some of your porn rentals under the couch."I was. “But I won, didn’t I, Sir?” Karen gloated.“Yes Karen, you won,” Mike admitted ruefully. He told us that meant that he had to let her be a dominatrix and rule the house. The slave rules no longer bound her. He didn’t wear an eternity collar but he said the agreement was that he would enter male orientation and be cuckolded if she could maintain order and discipline for three months. I didn’t know what it meant to be a cuckold, but I had a pretty good guess.Mike had shame in his voice as he. And then I felt her hand on my leg, under the blanket.I looked over at her but her eyes were still closed. There was a faint smile, though. Was she asleep or coming on to me? Did it really matter?Her hand traveled up my leg, brushing my cock which was rapidly getting hard, then went under my shirt and rubbed my chest. No way she was doing this while asleep. But her eyes were still closed. Who knew what her fantasy was as it played out, but if she wanted to use me for it, I was just fine with. I was under the hot stream of water when Linda came in the bathroom to soap my back but she stayed much longer on the front, amazed about the softness of the skin of my hairless crotch because my very first mature lover removed it permanently to match her own, a dozen years before.If Linda was disappointed about the size of my cock, she said or showed nothing as she panted while rubbing and licking her cunt before she had the chance to wash it and remove the woman's real flavors I have always.