Before Fred had arrived I told Ernie that he would get his cock sucked by my slut but that he was to play hard to get and not just let Fred get into h...s pants. Ernie agreed so the game was on!"Ernie, this is the cock slut I told you about." Fred, this is my neighbor, Ernie. He wondered why you were over here every week and asked if I was gay. I told him that you just liked to dress up like a cheap slut and suck cock, isn't that right?"Fred looked right at Ernie and said, "That's right! I am a. .?"Kael's eyes darkened, and she glowered at the man with disgust. "Do not worry about her anymore," she said. "My sweet, I saved you from her -- and I want you to do to me what you did to her."He shook his head. "I can't..." He said. "I'll...I'll hurt you. Like I hurt her."Kael frowned, but forced it into a tender smile. "Do not worry about that," she said as she strode closer, nearly pressing herself to him. One hand found his strong shoulder, while the other grabbed the pillow from his grasp. We had been married for just a month and Manju had yet to get adjusted to our life style. Though nothing great to look at she had a slim athletic body. She had small tight breasts and was curvaceous slightly plump on the back side. She was an extrovert bubbling with energy and made quite chatter around the house sometime to the annoyance of my father. Within weeks she was accepted in the family and my mother bestowed all her love and affection to her while my sister became her best friend.. She hated Doritos, thanks to him. Her head hung low, her eyes scanning the tiny cracks in the pavement as she worked her way toward her apartment. It was above a grocer, small but convenient. After all, this was New York City, and she didn’t want to drive much downtown. The traffic and the drivers were both too crazy. Sara made it somehow to the door on the lower level, the one that led to the inner back stairwell that would take her home. Opening the door, Sara stepped through and watched.