Come check this out fag, he said as Istepped into the empty room. It was just a small room and Fowls had leftso it was just Charlie and I in there. ...n the walls there were lit-upcabinets with pictures of men and women in various submission positions -on their knees, sometimes sucking cock, some on all fours, some being usedas human footrests, sometimes with a dog tail fixed by a plug in their ass,and some with a collar and leash on. I felt slightly nervous at Charlie'sexcitment."You ever. He’d been servicing them (their term for it) alone and the demand on his time and energy had gone way up as it got closer to the day Bobby was expected home. That had more to do with their heightened level of emotion than being more horny for Daddy than usual, but he was exhausted, and he was happy that Bobby was coming home, too.Now, though, he knew things could get ugly. It was obvious to him that Bobby hadn’t said anything to the girls about having a girlfriend. If he had, they would have. But then, after thinking about it for a moment, I corrected myself. Her pussy is different now. It's much wetter and it may just be my imagination but it seems somehow more alive, more responsive. She's actually an active participant in a sex act for the first time since I married her.I can feel her pussy, still grabbing my cock and clamping down as if she's trying to milk it with her surprisingly strong vaginal muscles. But it's more than that. I can sense her enjoyment. While I was fucking. “Where my old car?” he asked.“It’s being delivered to your house.”David opened the driver’s side door and sat behind the wheel. He took a deep breath and smiled at the new car smell. “This is really nice.”“I hope you enjoy it,” Chet said.After a few more minutes of drooling over the car they decided it was time to get back to work. In the elevator Chet spoke. “Liza thought it would be nice if she could pick Sherri and your daughter up around nine Friday morning.”“I’ll have to ask but I’m sure.