I'm.....God Wendy, I just can't". "You can't what John?say it, tell me, tell me what you can't do to me, what you can't giveme, I want to hear you say...it, I want to...I need to hear the words"." Please Wendy please please don't make me say it, I can't Wendy, Ican't" I hear my pitiful words in my own head and my self loathingescalates to another level, what sort of husband, what sort of man amI. The answer comes immediately. I'm not. I'm neither. What sort ofhusband tortures his wife with his. She goes into their bedroom and with her maglite she flashes it through Sal's video collection once more. She pulls out one, two, then three boxes spreading them out on the floor and shining the beam of her light on the covers.Sal is in his Acura speeding home to get the baby's crib. He can't imagine how Linda could have forgotten to pack it...it's always like moving day when you have a child. They hadn't really planned to spend the night at her parents but Melinda wouldn't sleep unless she had. She pulls me into the centre of the room. EJ says “are you ready to fuck me in a position that you will never get anywhere else.” She’s standing not a meter away, with her legs at shoulder width. She smiles, “Now come closer.” She guides my dick into her pussy and starts easing me in. “Bend a little. That’s it,” she directs. With my dick fully penetrating her thigh pussy she raise her arms high and bends backwards. As she rolls her flexible body backwards my dick slips ever-so slightly deeper. . Whatever he said, you would do. I notice these kind of things.”Was I always a sub for Jason? Even without knowing it myself? I felt my cock start to twitch and slowly get hard, not fully hard, but enough for Dan to spot what was going on.“Put the beer back in the fridge, son.” He said with authority.“But Jason asked me to bring some upstairs.” I replied.“He’ll get his beer, we just don’t want it getting cold do we?” Dan smirked and nodded to the fridge. I put the beer back in the fridge and.