He starts stroking my cock with his mouth open wanting me to unload in there. As I do he starts to squeil like the little sissy he is. So excited he...swallows what lands in his mouth and wipes the rest from his face into his mouth. What a slut! Which is just exactly what his wife trained him to be. He must have called her when we lleft the gym telling her that he was bringing me home. She had been watching ever since we got to their place and she was looking forward to using her strapon on. "Well? Do you have any defense? I'm sure that you know you've been doing a terrible thing, even though I can understand how hard it must be to resist someone as sweet and innocent as Sue? But it's wrong." Uh... uh... are you going to tell her mother?" That depends. I know I should and, if I don't, then you may debauch others. Have you done this with any of your students?" Oh no!", the woman lied. "Only Sue. I couldn't help myself. She's... like... she isn't really that innocent... she might. I understood that Patty-Ann had an image of our family in her head. Her home, her husband, and her children. Someone once told me that little boys dream of adventure and little girls dream of marriage and a family.My wife had her dream. I would never deny her that dream. I did feel a bit guilty she was taking most of it on herself. As men go, and I believe husbands, in particular, I was a bit of a flop. Patty carried all the burdens of the marriage. Maybe I could be a good stay at home. Robby rolled on to his back and I began to massage his chest and arms. He was not turned on as when his mother was massaging him as his cock was limp. I worked down his legs to his feet. As I started to work back up his legs, Beula asked her son in a soft sensual voice, “Robby, as part of Rogers’ training, he is supposes to finish the massage like I do. As a masseur, he does everything that a masseuse does with a male customer. If you are uncomfortable with that, we understand and can stop the.