“I have to be honest, I never could understand the mind of a Cucky,” he said, looking at me in the eyes.“That's because I'm no Cuck,” I stated..., emphatically. “Oh, but you are! When you sent your wife out for me to fuck, you fully earned that title.” “Screw you!” I replied, with a glare. “Calm down! Lexi told me this was your fantasy too. I’d bet you're hard right now, just thinking about it.” I glared at him, saying nothing, mad at myself, as I felt my cock stiffen. “So, what are you boys. It is my firm wish TO BECOME A MEMBER IN A GERMAN LEATHER GAY CLUBas a SISSYFAG AND SLAVESLUT! I want to get trained by members of the club as a cocksucker, slaveslut, and sissyfag. I hope that there are real GAY MASTERS in the club who are not only prepared to fuck me in both my orifices, but also abuse me as spittoon, urinal, and bootlicker under the permanent threat of most severe punishment! The GAY MASTERS shall humiliate me in whatever way THEY like and expose me to ridicule and mockery. ” The door bell rang and mum scampered of shouting be right there. Cathy and I laughed silently to ourselves. I turned to go back into the bedroom. “I need a pee” Cathy moved around me to get to the bathroom, and started to close the door. I placed my foot to prevent her from doing so. “Ross?” “Leave it open I want to watch” “That’s disgusting, I am not into watersports” “Now I didn’t say I was, I am just curious, I want to see how a woman pisses” She was about to say get lost when. It was Noor, clad from head to foot in furs against the still-cold air. In her hand she held a long-bladed knife. "Anna!" she called out. "Anna! I'm here for you Anna."Anna had never been so relieved. "Noor, my sweet one, what are you doing?" Is he here?" No, no, thanks be to all the saints."Noor, if anything, looked disappointed. She sheathed her knife. "I was going to kill him this time," she said slowly. "Weak as I am, I was finally going to get up the courage to try. To set you and.