David would make his way downstairs, carrying a plate or a bowl. Sharon would be on her knees, on the foam, awaiting his arrival. He would always be f...lly dressed, but she could tell that he had always showered before coming down. She assumed that he worked all day someone on his farm, or perhaps in the barn. When he stood before her, she would unzip his pants, take out his flaccid penis, and begin to suck.Once he was fully erect, he would instruct her to go to the bed, where he would spread. It was a hot July day and I was beginning to perspire.My worries ended when a pick-up truck pulled up behind my car. Two very large black men got out and walked to the front of my car. I was startled at first and a little afraid at the sight of these two giants. They seemed polite enough when they asked if I needed help. I smiled and answered yes. Both looked under the hood and after a few minutes’ one of the men said that it looked like a bad fuel pump. He offered to give me a ride into town. . (chapter 20)On several occasions I have said that, our mistresses, in order to make a bit more money would contract Yanni and I out. The different ideas of our contracts would be in accordance with our mistresses imagination. They had a couple of girls that they contracted out also. My impression is that since the contracting out business was small and with very restricted individuals we never got into legal problems.I will relate, here, a couple of our contracts, Yanni and I. Of course the. There's something about letting go, and watching the one you love succumb to pleasure over everything else... It's just incredible. I can never, ever let Cassidy know about this fetish, however. She's too loyal, and she's spoken about how much she hates cheaters. I think her ex cheated on her, and it's hurt her bad. Cuckolding isn't cheating, but it's easy to get those wires crossed, so it's a subject I've never dared provoke in intimate conversations. I think she'd dump me outright-- well,.