.it's just now seven o clock here in Atlanta and it's about to start raining again. I'm at the computer wearing my CB3000 that was installed by my wif... just before she left to meet up with one of her boy toys for a night of hard fucking. She did allow me to watch her get dressed only because she put the CB on me before hand. As she dressed she was telling me about a party that she was invited to , I asked her if I was also invited? She said yes you where but I declined for you, being that you. " Why didn't you stay on top of me last night?"I felt her squeeze my hand before she answered. "It's not as easy that way as it is when you're on your stomach, and anyway, you're thing woke me." My thing woke you? Are you saying I got hard?"Megan stopped walking, and took on a serious look as we stood face to face. "Sammy, don't try to tell me you slept through that." Slept through what?"She started to walk again, faster than before. I asked repeatedly what she was talking about. She wouldn't. Taking over from Laura he stood watching, gentling Spirit as Laura reached under and started working his sheath, teasing my boy until his cock dropped and began to engorge, finally I felt it, for the first time, a cock against my lips, spreading them wide, pushing them in as the cock head entered me. Laura guiding and caressing. Spirit just stood there, I could feel him, feel his body reacting, not just his cock, all of him, I arched up, pressing myself up against his body, he nickered twice. What choice did I have but to do it. It was about 9:30 and just getting dark. It was a quiet road, so I walked out and looked up to see him leaning out the window. On your knees queer boy, he shouted. I dropped to my knees and looked up at him, and I saw a few sets of curtains twitching. He shouted for me to crawl all the way back to his flat which I did, luckily meeting no one on the way. His is front door was open, and as I crawled in, he put a dog collar on me. Now you’re my slave you queer.