And you can still keep me eating me out, so no worries. I’m really only concerned about Jake, because he still hasn’t found anyone new, and that h...uge cock of his needs to be drained properly. Don’t you agree, honey?”I murmured a kind of yes under my breath. Another month passed. I was still my wife out every night while she fantasized about me sucking off Jake. And still no relief for me. Then one Friday morning before work, Sarah told me that even though the key was lost, she gave a spare to. Will you consider?"I was frankly flabbergasted. But he was serious, and he wasn't going to charge me extra—well, not much extra—for lessons, I was still bored, so I said why not, I'd try it. And for the next three months he put me through absolute hell. He changed the way I breathed, he showed me how to make my voice from my diaphragm instead of my throat, he pushed me through drill after aggravating drill, time and again I'd sing what I thought was beautiful and he'd just say "no," and make me. The guests soon arrived, about 30 people. Very wealthy and powerful people! Very rude and horrible people! Ian and Chrissy were almost ignored to start with. They were lowly people in the eyes of everyone, simply there to serve.As the evening progressed drinks were flowing and it was lively. Then it begins! A few of the guests were getting frisky! Then came a loud voice that silenced the room. "Where's our fucking hosts?" Chrissy raised her hand. "What the fuck are you wearing?" Did Ian not. Are you awake?” his mom yells. “Yeah, give me a minute.” Jake yells back. He quickly packs the rest of the stacks neatly in the fire safe, shuts the door and places the key back on the top shelf. With his parents rumbling up the stairs, he darts out into his room. He got away with it, he thought! Or did he?Still breathing heavy from the potent orgasm, Jake walks to the bathroom to take a shower. He hears the garage door open again and figures his parents left to run some other errands. He turns.