I listened for the sound to locate my handbag, and found it behind the sofa.I took out the phone, and it was Kathy! My wonderful Kathy. Oh no, I had j...st cheated on her with a girl I only met yesterday. I debated whether to answer. Another ring. OK, I'll talk to her."Hello, Kathy," I said in a subdued tone."I miss you, my lovely. I had to call you from my cousin's house. We just had lunch, and the old folks are going through old family albums, and I was bored." Well, thanks for calling," I. “I guess we’ve got nothing to be ashamed of,” I said. “You’re sure you don’t want a stripper at your stag party?” “Connor!” “Geez, just checking.” I calmed down a lot after that conversation. When I found Ria waiting for me at home that evening, I snuggled up behind her and kissed her tenderly on the neck. “I forgive you,” I whispered. “And I figured out why I got so angry about what happened. It wasn’t because of you, it was because of me.” “What are you talking about? You didn’t do anything. Turn her over and fuck her doggy-style while I fuck her mouth, just like old times with Fran." I felt Mack's strong hands pulling my hips, flipping me over on all fours, as my breasts hung down; I felt his cock slowly begin to penetrate my pussy. I rocked back against it, pushing it further in and moaned as the shaft slipped deeper and deeper.Daddy sat in front of me, legs on either side, and pulled my head down onto his hard cock. I eagerly sucked it into my mouth, licking and slurping on it. I smile. "I want you to cooperate with me, you shitty little gayboy. And I can't trust you not to move. So I'm going to make it so that you can't, unless you're a good boy." To my delight, you nod. "Right. On your back, faggot".You flop back onto the bed, scrambling up it so that you are spread-eagled. The sheet rucks up and rumples around your body as you pull it un-tucked in your unseemly haste to obey me. "Spread your arms and legs, boy" I say, and you do - you point each limb at each corner.