We talked about home, about former classmates and what they were up to, about teachers, about the university, about our lives, about everything it see...ed. Talking to Devon was as comfortable and as fulfilling as putting on a pair of old, soft, well-worn house slippers. Devon and I carried on our platonic friendship for several weeks after that. He even got me interested in going to his football games and sitting in the chilly Texas winds while watching him dazzle the opposing team with his. But well, uh, I wanted to talk to you too about this."I just looked at her and said, "I know. I heard you and Emily talking. I understand where you're coming from. I really do. It's a huge risk. I understand totally. But I'll be honest, okay? I'd like to say something too," I said."Sure," Kristina said."I like what we're doing. I don't do it with Em's mom. I never do anything like this. I've never been this dirty or taboo or kinky. I've done the same shit all the time. Non-stop, nothing. "Maybe if you are a good boy and do as I ask, it won't come to that tonight, is that better?" he asks."Yes, thank you Mike," I answer."You will address me as Master or Sir, boy," only other men call me Mike. "Understand?" Yes Sir," I answer, feeling so out of control."Good boy, now follow me," he says as he gets up and I follow him into the men's room. "Take off your jeans boy."I look around, we are alone in the restroom. I look at him and he stares at me. I reach down and unfasten them and. Since 2007 my husband asked to be a cuckold and I accepted. Since then we have always made films and photos with several males and even women. And I noticed that everyone is addicted to the smell of my ass. And the stronger, the crazier and crazier with desires they get. This gained fame in Brazil and around the world. This friend is studious and also addicted to the smell of my ass. That's why he got interested. Let's talk about that day. Of these photos and films. Who filmed and photographed.