" He leaned back and puffed, he was loving this, feeling superior."'My hot juices were running down my leg.' 'He lapped up every drop of my pussy juic...s.' 'I could feel my warm juices....'" Right, okay, I get it." I mean who talks like that, for Christ's sake? Nobody, that's who." He punctuated with the long cigar. "It's pure smut-writer bullshit and I want you to change it." Change it? I'm sorry, I...." My lips kept moving but no sound was coming out.I'm a we'll-spoken, articulate person, but. After five or so minutes of her ministrations I was getting ready to blow my load, and there were no cars in the drive-up lane, so I drove over to the order box, and ordered two sodas. I waited another minute or so, then pulled on around to the service window, while my lovely wife was servicing me.I rolled down the window as I pulled up to the service window. The guy looks over, almost drops the two drinks, but sets them on the counter. He is wide-eyed looking at my cock-sucking wife as her. . " said Ine, looking at a book, " so young... how sad... " * * *" .... so young.. how sad... " repeated the voice.Greg stripped down to his boxers, for a good night's rest." Man, I hope I get better soon, " he said, " first with all this.. and this voice... oh man... "Greg sighed and threw his homework on the floor, not giving it another thought. He flopped down on his bed and went to sleep.* * *" Where.. am I? " said Greg, finding himself floating in some blackness." Welcome ' Greg ', " said. The bed was too comfortable, the wine too sweet and intoxicating and the threat of an enforced fucking too enticing. “If you cum during the night,” he had challenged whilst caressing her firm arse cheeks lewdly through the thin material of her mini skirt, “then this is mine. Your arse will belong to me, to do whatever I want with it. Whatever pleases me. To spank hard if you’ve been naughty. To grope and fondle anywhere, whoever is watching, and you won’t complain. And to fuck, anytime I want..