That was when the germ of the idea began to grow. Her husband was not jealous. She was enjoying it. My wife was travelling nearly every weekend doi...g training. Most Fridays she would be gone before I got home from work. On the good weekends she would get home in the evening on Sunday. She told me to just not burn down the house and don’t do anything she was going to have to ask me about when the credit cards came due. She knew nothing of the $5,000 bonus for the last job that I had in my. It was one he practiced from time to time when circumstance and privacy allowed. He played dress-up by putting on this older sister's clothing with special attention to her panties.At age 14, Vic was too young and had led too sheltered a life to realize the sexual connotations his hobby might indicate. But he was playground savvy enough not to share his pleasant obsession with anyone at school and certainly not to his mum or big sister, Katie. Was Vic gay? Was he a cross-dresser? Was he. I looked down between my legs and asked him if he was ready to serve, he said he was. I asked if he was sure, he said absolutely. I then told him that his service began now. As soon as I made the statement, I revealed my plan to him. Steve was at first very surprised as my warm piss began to flow into his awaiting mouth. He tried to push his head out of the way. I held his head with my legs and centered his mouth under my flowing piss. I demanded that he drink it. Steve began to gulp down the. The very thought had lifted my spirits. As I was about to enter the apartment, a man appeared there, suddenly. He was in a nawab’s attire. He was around my age, and a little taller and stronger than me. It suddenly dawned on me, even as he glared at me, that it was none other than the owner of the house — Abdul Rahim! Wondering why he returned home so early that day, I became alert. I knew how to react in such circumstances. I pretended to be searching for an address on the floor, and left.