. But usually my titles are a little less formal - The Old Man's Brat Son, Golden Boy, His Majesty," CJ joked."Ohhh! So Daddy owns...Benson...ah. I'm ...a little slow," I said, embarrassed."Yep. I work for my dad. Mystery solved," CJ replied, smiling. "But it isn't like everyone thinks. I mean, I have my degree in business. And I've started my MBA." Oh no! I didn't mean it like that. I'm sure His Majesty is VERY smart!"CJ shook his head. "I see I've stepped in it now." Nah. It's OK. You wanna know. Again he stops me, tells me to take the bottle of wine and insert the neck of the bottle into my pussy. This startled me slightly and I found myself looking at his face, his expression. It did not alter so I knew he meant it, I also knew that my pause in doing it was testing his patience so I took the bottle placed it carefully (as it was till almost full) between my legs and let it slide with my own juices into my pussy. I had to wriggle a bit to get it comfortable but once I did I lived up to. Not only werethese women who'd only just met her tonight accepting her but they wereactually sticking up for her too. Clare went home that night feeling likea million dollars.The next couple of weekends she dressed up again. Clare enjoyed it whenshe was ordering a drink at the bar and some guy would reach up her skirtand pinch her bum but every time she turned around he was gone. This wasthe first time a guy had ever turned her on, her mysterious male lover,she would sometimes dream about him. I could almost read Judd's mind as he pressed against my tight rear hole, as his hard cock wanted to enter me. He thought for sure, that I had never been butt fucked and he could be the one to take my anal cherry. I smiled to myself…So, I was even more inclined to grind back at him, making this guy to wish and dream about filling my tight asshole with his semen.My cunt became damper and damper, thinking I was home alone and I could drag those black hunks to my marital bed tonight…After a long.