What could be better than the sensuous party-room,the private sex rooms, the elaborately luxurious underground pool, or thetwo wonderful, scented room... in which he had already dressed up for sex?Another set of softly-lit, quiet, carpeted corridors later, now on thefirst floor, they came to a double door around and over which was anelaborate wooden carving. It showed men and boys entwined in sex- ascouples, and groups if boys with one man, or men with one boy. It wasbeautiful and thrilling. . On the kitchen table there were two slices of bread, bowl of soup and a spoon."Nick, I feel very awkward, really. I wish I had someone else who could help me right now but ... my husband is abroad, on business trip ... and without him I'm like a..."Don't worry. Just tell me what you want." Well ... I managed to heat the soup, managed to pour it into a bowl but just can't ... Let alone that it's difficult for me to hold the spoon only with the tips of my fingers but I just can't bring it near. It encouraged her to push deeper yet. My asshole attempted tostretch to accommodate the strap-on. Then I felt the tip hitsomething inside of me. It was like a wall that would not bulge."My little fuck toy likes this. Just think of this strap-on as mydick. The dick is the center of all pleasure right. Isn't that whatthose big tough men say. Now, it is my hot thick dick fucking thisasshole. It is my dick. I expect you to always want my dick up thatslutty ass."Mistress pulled her dick back. She wasn’t feeling grief at his betrayal.“That’s right,” he said. “You don’t need him because you have me. I’m your husband now.” I stared at the mirror with her. “I’m your husband. You love me. You’ll cherish me, be faithful to me. You won’t ever have sex with another man. Know that I love you with all my heart. That you don’t have to ever wonder if I’ll cheat on you because I’ll share any woman with you and...”My mind changed. I was staring at my reflection as I said these words. They bounced.