"Take her to the baths. You know the procedure. And when you're finished, take her to the subs block. This one cums more easily from a finger than any...bitch I've known. Born slut if ever I saw one."The orderlies unstrapped David and walked him slowly down corridor's, still butt naked. He would have run, but he had no idea where the hell he was, and besides, he was genuinely scared. The orderlies led him to a shower room where another woman waited. She didn't say a word as she put the stunned. I sat for a moment trying to take it all in. This all still felt a bit like a dream.I cleared things up, tidied and washed the dishes in the kitchen, and then decided to chill out in the living room, by listening to some music. Recently, I'd got into jazz type stuff, so I stuck on a Norah Jones CD, and laid back on the 3-seater sofa with my legs up, eyes closed, listening to her wonderful tones.I managed to get to the end of the CD and was about to put another on, when I heard mom call down to. Again involuntarily I moaned at his words.This made him roar with laughter. "It turns you on doesn't it, cocksucker? Thinking about having a real man with a real cock satisfy your wife in ways you could never do."I hated his assumption, yet I hated more that it did indeed turn me on. I love my wife unconditionally, and the idea that she had been missing out all these years from real sexual pleasure made me feel guiltier than did sucking a teenager's cock while she was just a block away drifting. All afternoon she felt fidgety and on edge; how she managed to cook their evening meal without burning it or herself; she would never know. Even the simple act of sitting with her two Adonis type sons; knowing that Robert had already fucked her hot itchy cunt and that the same prospect was now possible with her youngest son James; proved to have her nerves on edge. After eating the meal; she had to demand both boys do the washing up as she was going to nip through the shower; James smiled as he.