?I admit it. I broke. ?"Please Sir, let me cum Sir."?He chuckled and asked. ?"Are you a?cuckold? "??0A "Yes", I cried out.?"Are you a worthless bi man..." Did you like me fucking your wife?" Did you like how I beat her?" Do you want to call me Master?"?With each question I cried out yes. ?Tears began to flow down my cheeks and even when he stopped asking I kept crying out the words yes master over and over. ?Finally he grabbed my nipple with a vicious tug and?quickly?stroked my cock with a. Then she asked me how a man “does it” with his hand.I didn’t need to be told what “doing it” was. I’d been doing it for about a dozen years, typically a couple of times a night. Since I’d met my new girl she was the main performer in my masturbation fantasies when I wasn’t shagging her.I got onto the bed next to her in a kneeling position with my legs wide. It was one of my favourite masturbation positions. Spreading my legs wide pulled my muscles tight, I liked the heavy feel of my erect penis. Anyone could see we were not thinking of going out this night, plus every time J would move her tits were jiggling. When she finally turned to come back to into the room J had his hand while leading him into the room. Wow! J knew just how see through the shirt was for sure. He followed watching her tits and ass. J jiggled while leading him into our room. Our eyes met, she was at it again! After sliding the extra chair in facing our seat she sat him in the chair. He sat in the chair. J now. Her, my mother, and myself atedinner together at a nice restaurant. My aunt was still looking good, Ifound myself fascinated by the gold bracelet she wore on her wrist andthe gold hoop earrings she wore on her earlobes. Much of theconversation wasn't significant. However, at one point I looked at awoman who was in another booth from us and without considering thepotential implications of what I was saying, I said to my aunt and mymother, "That lady has a cheap purse." Both my aunt and my.