My wife told me how she was not going to stop at just fucking John, if I wanted a slut, then a slut I was going to have. I lifted up to try to speak, ...ut she just shoved my head back into her pussy and said eat me you pathetic little man, if you eat all the cum from a real cock you might manage to grow one of your own.My wife then told me she would be going shopping later today to get some new clothes, she told me she wanted my credit card as I would be the one paying for these new clothes, and. If he had become Ann then she must have become Burt. He was upperclass and she was lower class.He went on musing while the bible reading began.That meant then, surely, that she was... inferior to him at the moment. Hehad become one of the God chosen rulers. She had become one of the ruled- one of the workers.It was funny to think of her that way - and these were only harmlessruminations; but still... The image of his Lady Ann looking like a commonstable boy was rather amusing. Burt pictured. Our dinner went off without a hitch. We were laughing and talking up a storm. I felt that we were good mates, I never had any tickets on myself, especially thinking that Rene’ had any real interest in me at all. As the night wove on we ended up having a night cap at her hotel. I say hers mainly because she worked there. The publican closed up shop on our arrival and bade us a good night. We sat for an hour talking, when Rene’ suggest that we take a walk by the river.So leaving the hotel, we. “Dad would never make you do all that. You might have to wear a collar, and probably wear a cock cage to control your erections,” Lindsay smiled as she pictured my misery. “I doubt he would make you eat off the floor. If he does, I promise I won’t fart on your toast, would that make you feel better?” Lindsay tried to brush my hair.It was a power move on her part to get closer to me and intimidate me. It was to show she was the alpha person.“Yeah, I think I’d take my chances with Dad’s wrath.