I lived those words and what they mean Monday night with Greg. End of confession, at least about Monday night.” Dan was shaking, he was visibly wrac...ked. Laura could see his trouble; she had to get close to him. Her kisses finally drew his in return. Laura held him tight and continued to kiss with her husband. “I love you Dan.” “I love you Laura.” Their joint realization was important to each other. “You are still fucking Greg aren’t you, at work, in his office?” “Yes Dan. I have had sex with. My hands spread wide in alarm and I moaned in protest, but he was too far gone to care.“You know what you’re going to do, right baby?” He said as he fucked my face.I mumbled something around his dick.“You’re going to swallow?”I moaned in approval.“You’re going to swallow, right baby?” he repeated.I nodded my agreement.“And you’re going to show me a mouthful of cum first, too, right baby?”I nodded again. I could tell he was really close, so he stood and grabbed my head with both hands, moving my. For a moment, I became terriblyunsure of myself...Who did I think I was pretending to be a woman? Sure,through the wonderful world of technology, I looked the part, but otherthan that, I was still all me...a 35 year old man with a low threshold ofrejection. I thought about the devastating reaction I would surely haveif someone laughed at me, or made me feel like a freak. I was five secondsfrom turning around and going back into my cabin, plans of spending theentire voyage inside running. "What the fuck are you guys up to?" Ben asked.The two of them walked into the room and I couldn't see Dan or Rich behindthem."Come on in guys" Charlie said and they both went to grab a beer and take aseat."You both know the fag's been serving us all over the last few days, and hehas this fucked up fantasy about being our dog, so we thought we'd indulgehim". I'd never said this was my fantasy. But I guess it made it easierfor Charlie to describe it that way."We also thought it'd be fucking.