Now I'm sitting in my kitchen, watching the sun go down through the back door and wondering what I do with the rest of my life. I actually thought abo...t keeping her and trying to make it work but how do you make a marriage work when the wife is a cheating slut? She's not even a whore, a whore gets paid for her sex work. My wife is just a slut who gives it away for free. Why should I stay with the slut who takes what I pay for and gives it away? Sixteen years I was the faithful hard working. I looked away shyly."Aw, don't be sad. I heard everything you said to Brook, this is yourultimate fantasy. It's a win win situation for everyone."Brook stroked my hair as he gently slid his cock out of me."I really want to see you suck Tyler. I want to see you worship the guywho made your life hell. It would be so hot so watch you submit to yourbully."Tyler lay back and stoked his cock."C'mon baby. Lay next to me." He patted the bed next to him.Brook gave my shoulders a gentle encouraging. I couldn’t get the advantage of the kiss. I didn’t kiss her. I pushed her back and told her “I can’t kiss you now” and went off. What a loser am I! I told myself. What a motherfucker. Couldn’t kiss the blonde of the class. I still don’t remember what happened to me that day.A month passed. I didn’t get close to Yukta. We were just classmates. Then comes the semester exams. Three days before the exams, I met Yukta. “Sam, let’s have a bet again?” she smiled and asked, “I’ve never seen your. I break off.“Keep in touch, bell boy”I remove the collar from around his neck, my fingers stroking the line where it has been resting.“Y-yes, Mistress Santos.”As I drive home I experience a brief panic as I imagine Jimmy going to his folks and telling them what happened. The thought soon leaves me smirking to myself as I try to picture Jimmy trying to explain to Mom and Dad, much less the county sherrif’s department, exactly what happened. Not a chance. Besides, my little bellboy enjoyed.