'You may look at your ass then, slave, look at my owned ass.' You turn your gaze away from mine eagerly, and look back at yourself. Your ass is marked...by my red hand prints now, covered in my authority. You love that color. Red is the color of ownership. All of you is owned, obviously, by me. But the red parts... the red parts I have a special ownership of, and seeing so much of yourself bright and pulsing, feeling my spanking hands still, you feel your body shake and you begin to drip as you. We went to bed, I was worried about my dear hubby felt I know it hurt again!A couple of week later and hubby was still not talking much to me, Hubby had to go out of town on business. John and he and been talking and John knew he was gone. John called me one morning and said he had a load of cattle to haul about 2 hours away and asked if I wanted to ride with him. I loved the way John fucked me and what was I going to say NO, I doubt it. So he stopped by the house and picked me up, I climbed in. All of a sudden they were tearing at each others clothes until they were both naked and Teddy had his cock in her hand breathing in harsh gasped and she said OOOooo look baby its beautiful and in truth it was a very well formed cock with a proud crowned cock head and it was at least two inches longer then mine and half again as big around as mine. Teddy kneeled in front of him stroking his cook and cooing softly in her throat then she opened her mouth looking me in the eyes and she sucked his. " I feel so guilty about everything that's happened," he said, the dark circles under his eyes seeming more pronounced today.Ever since the party, Mom had been acting odd. At first I thought she just wanted to hang out with us more, but I realized she was making excuses to keep us from being alone together. She started coming home from work at odd times, without the usual phone call to see if we needed anything. John said he saw her getting up a couple of times a night for a drink of water.