“I need you to pick up something for dinner on your way home.” I acknowledged her request and said I would grab some Chinese. I arrived home, tot...ing dinner along, and placed it on the kitchen table. My wife peaked into the bag and, with a slight sigh, mumbled, “I guess that will have to do.” I turned to get some plates from the cupboard then returned back to the table and took note that my wife had a very annoyed look upon her face. I asked if there was something wrong? She replied with,. He pulled his cock out and used both of his hands to firmly grab my head and force me to look up at him. “What do you want boy? Do you want daddy’s cum?” He took his hand that was holding my jaw and roughly smacked the side of my face. There was a little pain, but it was more about him exerting his power over me. He was showing me who was boss.“I want your cum, I want it, I want it…”“Daddy” he said “call me Daddy when you talk to me, boy. Now, what do you want?”“I want your cum Daddy, and. "What time is it?" she asked. I looked at my watch through bleary eyes. "Almost 2 o'clock." "We should probably head back," she said. "Had enough, hmm?" "Only for now," she replied, giving my shoulder a shove. Then she gave me a very intimate kiss and we got dressed. I shouldered the knapsack and we started down the trail hand in hand. "You know," she said, "I think I'm falling in love with you." My heart did a handspring and I squeezed her hand. "You can do that," I said, "and I'll probably. I lost track of time and when I looked at the clock it had been over an hout since she had gone in. I figured that was enough for tonight and I washed my hands and closed up my shop. I came in the back door off the deck that puts me in the kitchen. I opened the fridg to grab a nibble and I could hear moaning coming from the den. With a piece of ham hanging out of my mouth I steped around the corner to see what was going on. There was John setting on the couch , my wife leaning over the arm of.