It was over a week when I had read the books and felt strange as there were loads of things in the stories that didn’t seem to happen in our househo...d. For instance: Like the husband coming home from work and giving his wife a kiss and giving her a hug, asking how her day had been, watching tv and putting an arm around his wife, holding hands when they went shopping, giving compliments to the wife like saying god I love you, you have a wonderful body etc. It made me realise that my parents. " "I'm going to make you my bitch and your going to take it all, every inch, right faggot." Yes sir." I gasped as I pushed back against his cock, feeling his throbbing shaft sliding over my hole. I wished he would fuck me now, but knew it would hopefully come later. All of this talk had made him rock hard and without a word, he pulled me back to the floor, onto my knees and pushed his cock back into my mouth and used it to please himself. I could taste his sweet pre-cum as his cock stiffened. I asked her if we could share the table to which she said, yes.Then we went and had dinner together. The whole time we talked, I was stealing the glances at her cleavage once in a while. I loved how her boobs moved up and down as she breathed. Her lips were naturally red. As she ate, her lips looked so seductive as if begging to be kissed. That day I came to know how it feels to have an extended session of a boner.Now I was getting too horny and could see that she was interested too. All that. She was his to use as he needed. He needed a lot of sex.When Liza was just sixteen her dad gave her in marriage to a man thirty years older than her. It was time for her to start giving babies. The man was wealthy and owned two whore houses in their town. Men who had their wives knocked up would fuck the whores till the wife was ready to breed again. Liza's husband had two whores he kept at his house and they only fucked him and put on sex shows between the two to entertain him. They had huge.