.. Do you remember that one night??? I was numb, you were lost. WE got drunk on wine and each other. We told our secrets in a hopeless place, you told... me about those nights you spent as an escort and how sometimes you loved it. Or maybe that time we were teenagers and we discovered how hot the flames of lust can burn when you're young and foolish. Take care when you play with fire...Can you still remember our first kiss on the Roebling Bridge that hot Summer night over the Ohio River? Hopefully. Judy’s advice – as well as advice from mother and Sara’s parents – I had capitulated and accepted my “proper” role as a cunt and cum sucking cuckold husband. It seems my acquiescence to being a willing cuckold was just in time, as my new bride was opening the door for me to enter an even greater degree of cuckoldry and subjugation.As I had been told, I did find it relatively easy to adapt to my lesser subordinate role in the marriage. I was eating my wife’s pussy an awful lot, and consuming a. From that day on I loved wearing them although I still wore bikini type panties from time to time. Both mum and Paul used to say how good I looked and I loved the feeling of the back being tight up my crack.I would often sit on the sofa watching TV with mum on one side and Paul on the other eating snacks, the closeness made me feel safe. Mum or Paul would often ask me to pop to the kitchen for something and I later realized that they were looking at my arse with my thong tight up my crack, for. “Have hope for Jada. I think she might be okay.”Mark nodded and the then stood up and turned. He shared a long goodbye hug with Frida before getting back to work.An hour later... Fatimalooked at the clock in the Hilton Complex and wondered whether she should send someone to the Blue Mall library for Mark. The meeting was supposed to start three minutes ago, and everyone else was present. It was unusual for Mark to be late for a meeting, even by a few minutes. She thought perhaps she would send.