" Two simple words, but not so simple to me. It was all I ever wanted. To be good, to please, to be loved. That was the last tenderness I experienced ...or a while. She had promised me treats and she delivered, recalling what I had said last time we had talked, about how I liked to be hurt."We’re going to play a game," she announced. "A simple one. If you make a sound, you will get hurt. Does my little Kitty, understand?"I nodded, mewing softly, for which I received, without warning, a swift blow. “what do we have here, what were you guys doing, Jesus, last time I’ve seen so much sweat, I was in Africa.”“Ha ha ha, this is what a healthy human looks like, you would know if you spent at least an hour a year on that damn treadmill”“you know how much I make in that hour I spend on my job?”“Will that money buy you an extra hour in your life?” I replied“whoa, okay, I’m gonna go now, marriage stuff, no interest of mine.” Saying that Jack headed to his room.“I see some changes here, you guys are. My wife had always been close to her sister Mary, so we often found ourselves at eachothers homes on the weekends for various functions and get togethers. My wife, Miranda, is a beautiful woman, at 5’1” tall she had a glorious figure. Nice full C cup breasts, dark brown hair hanging past her shoulders, strong legs, a flat stomach and an ass men would kill for. Mary was a little shorter than my wife, with blonde hair and very much the same shape. However, after having children, Mary had opted to. Jed was impressed that the faggot thought to put on lip gloss. “Sexy,” the married man opined. “Kiss my ring!” He held out his left hand so the bitch could smooch his 7-millimeter titanium wedding band.Dajilo complied and then said, “Come have a seat.”The slim, athletically built local daily talk radio show host, took off his gold and black sweater emblazoned with the letters of his fraternity. He sat on the couch. There was a movie on the TV. He unbuckled his jeans.Dajilo pulled Jed’s dick out.