He was carrying a tool box and he had on a shirt that had his name tag and the logo of the apartment complex. He didn’t bark or jump up or anything ...lse of that nature but he was on guard just in case the male human was up to some trick to hurt his Mistress. He knew she had been raped once earlier last year when she went down to the basement to get rid of some garbage. It was before she had any guide dog to look out for her welfare and when the front entrance didn’t have the buzzer lock system. It got worse after two or three weeks when I stopped picturing her with friends and started picturing her with me. Every time she touched me, I felt tingles through my body, and my heart fluttered whenever she walked in the room. Eventually, I stopped kidding myself, and at night I imagined her kissing me and stroking me as I rubbed myself to orgasm. It was her hands that took me there; even her tongue made me cum. I knew this wasn’t good. It would only end in heartbreak. I would gain weight. The view wasnt as good but I could see her and I could jerk my cock off. But just as I began to wank my hopes were dashed, Jenny got up and went inside. "Oh well," I said to myself, slowing the pace of my hand."At least you're up now," I jokingly said to my cock. I took a step backwards, about to go inside (to probably jack off to porn) when a large stick snapped under my step. "Shit!" I exclaimed. I peered through the bushes and Adam's eyes were searching the spot I was standing in."Is. If I didn't love Sidney, would I allow him to suck my lovers' thick rich sperm from my pussy? And how many wives will happily let their husbands come in their hands or in their mouth and sip up his watery jizz, I ask you? How can Sydney do this to me? It's so unfair!Sorry, Mom, I'm sort of getting ahead of myself; you don't know what I'm talking about. Everything seemed so perfect until a few weeks ago. I was a sexy, knocked up white wife with two big black lovers to keep me well fucked and a.