"My husband got me into seeing him on weekends when he's not home."She saw that this needed far more of an explanation. "My husband likes to spend som... weekends with guys at the lake . They fish, hunt, talk business, and stuff." I'm invited, but it's totally a guy-thing so my husband introduced me to Jerold, a black guy he works with, who my husband noticed had kind of a thing for me.My husband had seen him in the shower and I guess he thought this guy would do it for me, which he does.I was. Though I'm sure he'll figure it out one day," She strokes my hair still. "No, you shouldn't doubt me. I told you so, babe. Why don’t you get out and I’ll give you a massage?" “Mmm that is icing on the cake. Did I win the lotto, or what?” I sit up a little bit to place a single kiss on her lips. “If the lotto is me, then yes you won. Now get out, you look like a prune.” She stands, heading back into the bedroom. “You still love me, even if I’m a prune.” “Always and forever. Now get out,. .”Francis swallowed as she led him to the chair.“Now, have a seat and make sure to get that slutty hole of yours right on top of the cock! You don’t want this thing jamming you in the tailbone.”“Yes, Mistress.”He turned around and sat down carefully. The latex of his suit meshed with the plush leather noisily, the leather rippling as his weight lowered onto it. His well trained sphincter parted for the slick, rubbery dildo. He let out a low moan as he settled into the chair, the tip of the. The ratings would be 'gi-normous', he said, far outstripping anything that had been broadcast before. Take the drama of a dozen Royal Weddings and throw in suspense (and more snark) for good measure.Advertisers were already standing by, begging to pay obscene ad rates that made the Super Bowl look like Friday nights on Public Television. All that was needed was Laurence's ok.This week, Laurence was in the Amazon rain forest, checking in on a biological research mission that was investigating.