“But she tried to kill you.” Chloe whispered.Though I was relieved that she believed me and it only took me going back in time for it to happen, I... didn’t want Mother to know my hand just yet.“Relax. For now, I want to play this cool. Are you all right with that?” I asked.“So what’ve you two been up to?” Mother asked.I spun around with a smile on my face.“Oh, well after you left, we came inside and I’ve been practicing my massage techniques. A friend told me that working hard on a woman’s feet. ” “I forgot. You may not believe me, but I really don't remember. Think Anna or Any.” “She knew about his sexual preference?” “Yes. To her, he apparently confessed, through long time after the marriage ceremony”.“She was very good in bed, and I would not mind to marry her after their divorce. But I already had the documents ready for departure”.“Yes, she said. I feel an accent you have. Your parents also emigrated?” “No. By the time I had lost close relations with kin. May be we never have had. When he was unknotted, I undid the straps and pulled her on to the floor and astride me. She slid easily on to my cock, lubed as she was by Sam. She knelt there, dazed, slowly rocking backwards and forwards, the dog’s cum oozing out of her cunt as she did so. She seemed stunned. I started massaging her huge tits. Sam started to lick her cum splattered leg. The body paint lay close by and I slathered it on her big bouncy tits. He was in there like a shot, licking away at her tits and her. She smirked at me, at my weakness, and then her expression grew into a wicked grin, which was what she got when she was hurting me. My heart was breaking but, just gazing at her overly full curves, my tiny dick was twitching. All I had on was a pair of jockey shorts, bright yellow ones that she insisted on buying me because she liked how unmanly they were and because they showed off my lack of an adult cock. I just wished she would treat me better and let me hug her and maybe even kiss her on.