My favourite weekend treat is to strap her mouth around my cock on the Friday night, start off a bit mean, deepthroat her and spunk straight down her ...hroat. I like to fall asleep on my front on a Friday night, so she obviously must be on her back, my weight on her face, my limp dick in her mouth. I don't even bother getting up and un-strapping myself from my wife to take a slash, just use her mouth, that's why I have a wife.When I get my morning wood at about 6AM my cock just takes up her. I wasn't at all embarrassed now. I love to please Daddy. But I still didn't know why he wanted me to dress up like this for Mr. Wheeler. All I could think of was that he thought if Mr. Wheeler saw how pretty and grown up I looked he would think I would be a credit to the school. He was always talking about people being a "credit to the school."When we got to the school, it was just getting dark and I could see there wasn't anyone else around. That made me feel good and bad. I guess I was still. They do become very protective of the hens.When Sylvia prepared to leave for home that evening, she told me, "I want to be a part of your family, Mike, but I don't think I really want to be a second wife. I would love being your only wife, but I'm not cut out to share a husband. Can I still come out to visit?" Of course, Sylvia, we enjoy you coming and will welcome you. I don't need or want any wife other than my Millie. She's a wonderful woman and has given me all the love a man could want.. .or she would love it when he was through...He rubbed her ass... played with the stripes so red and ugly on her... she jumped from the touch.Again and again, the blows landed on her fine ass, on her thighs...so open... so easy to punish...on her legs, her stomach, so lean and taut...on her arms and feet...her back..."STOP... PLEASE... NO... OH GOD... NOOOOO!!!"Again and again, he spoke to her, stopping after each blow...emphasizing that she was a slut, a whore, a stupid cunt...a bitch...and,.