I took a smaller portion and sat at the kitchen table with him. “Got a date with Laura?”“Yeah. Friday night. Her husband is going to be gone for...the weekend. We are going to a club for dinner and dancing and then back to her place. I don’t know what time I will get home.”“That sounds nice.” I tried to smile like I was happy for him. Which I was. I was just feeling sorry for myself. I had to admit to myself that I was jealous. Not of him or his affair with Laura but of what they had. Why. “You’re a faggot now, addicted to his cock… you’ll serve him forever, just like you do to me.” I moaned, the idea of worshipping this magnificent cock forever infecting my suggestive mind. I knew I was theirs now, and his cock was my new God. I doubled down, gagging and choking as I slid the hard slab of cock down my throat. I wanted to prove myself, show that I was worthy of being this man’s cocksucker.Soon enough, I had him groaning and gripping my hair, fucking my face with new abandon. I. She liked being the center of attention.As 'Carte Blanche', Béla had the freedom to go anywhere on the entire planet and do anything she wanted. She was known everywhere, mostly thanks to the Great Bard Geoffrey and his amazing stories about her. Wherever she went, people deferred to her with respect and admiration. She enjoyed it despite the fact that her high visibility seemed to attract a lot of trouble. Everywhere she went, people wanted her to solve their problems; respectfully, of. One of my favourite wanks involved my next door neighbour Vera a widowed lady in her late 40?s.Standing only about 5? Vera was a plumpishwoman, who?s best feature was undoubtedly her enormous bust, which she loved to display in low cut tops, together with skirts which were far to short for a woman of her age.I knew exactly how big Vera?s breasts were as over a period of time id stolen quite a few of her bra?s and other items of her underwear from her washing line.Amazingly she was a 38DD, oh.