My heart was racing and I had no idea what was going on.“Yes. Yes, since at least the summer,” mom added, listening to Melody’s mom once again.�...�I should say so,” mom added, now apparently in complete control of the conversation.“No, no need to apologize. I’d be alarmed if I didn’t know as well,” mom agreed.I wanted to shrink away and disappear. My mouth hung open. My throat constricted and I felt sick.“Yes, yes, I agree,” mom warmed. “Would she like to talk to him now?”Mom looked at me. ” He moved to give her a hug but she stepped back. “Ok, I’m sorry this didn’t work out. Um before I leave do you mind if I use your bathroom?” “Yea, go right ahead” she replied. She led him to the bathroom. “Thanks, I’ll be right out.” She stood there for a minute, relieved that the night was almost over. She was lost in her thoughts, debating if she should tell her husband or not. She was so lost that she didn’t hear him come out of the bathroom. She didn’t hear him step up behind her. . Encouraged, he promptly continued masturbating me. To my delight, I was able to orgasm again and again. After each climax, he gave me just the slightest pause to catch my breath before giving me the next. And I accepted each orgasm enthusiastically.I felt his mouth covering my pussy as his tongue spread my lips and push deep inside me. He licked me with relish. In what seemed like seconds I felt the tightness in my stomach as the waves of ecstasy overcame me. I was pleased to discover that I. He was a cuckhold and a pimp all at once. As a cuckhold he loved me bringing home the flavor of the day (Latino, European, or African) to fuck in front of him or in my room where he could watch me through the wall. As a defacto pimp, he loved setting up dates and events like gangbangs for him to watch me in action. I rarely went into the “viewing room” he used to watch me from, but it was well stocked with lube, vibrators, Viagra, and caffeinated beverages. I always imagined him pooping a.