Stumbling down the stairs of the box office in my haste to disappear off the street into the anonymity of the cinema, pushing my crisp note under the ...ounter glass, a small yellow ticket ejects from the machine, along with my change, which I promptly drop on the floor. Oh no should I leave it and scurry in? but that would look sus, so crouching down I quickly fumble around to recover my lost change before pushing through the double swing doors and lunging towards the next set marked ENTRANCE'.. My imagination now went into full tilt, and I could her hear her whisper, Thats a mutha-fuckin dick! I was imagining my trampy brown-eyed little wife sticking her hand down her white shorts and sliding a thin middle digit into her slick slot all the while oogling some studs cock. Honey, I gotta go. She said with some urgency. Why? Brad and Tom are getting me naked. What? Mmmhmm, yeah! Brad is rubbing my ass with his big black hands, and Tom just pulled out the biggest white cock Ive ever. "Uh! Oh! AA!" He panted,and his thighs clamped together as he writhed on the bed, his creamflooding onto his prisoned hand as his pussy flexed and throbbed.As the throbbing died down, tears stung David's eyes. Any hope thatyesterday had just been a nightware were dashed completely. A hand,sticky with female cum, rose and rubbed the tears from his eyes. Thesmell of pussy was heavy in the air. Oh god, he needed a shower.He swung his thick, creamy thighs off the bed. As his wide hipsshifted. I had to check in with her every morning and afternoon by SMS to tell her what I was doing. She didn't always answer but it was her way of checking up on me to make sure that I wasn't being stolen by any other Mistress. Any other woman that she didn't approve of that is. After all, I was part of her income stream.The other thing is that she would often summon me like this. When I received a message "Be here at three o'clock" it was no good saying I couldn't, I had to move everything to be.