“My my – what a big boy.” She said, they all laughed a bit. Sara gave the boy’s cock a friendly suck and a massage as he turned have a piss in... the toilet before walking into the shower. Sara resumed her position in the bath, kissing Thuy she said, “Impressive cock isn’t it? It’s a family trait – his father was hung like a horse too.” Thuy was slightly shocked, this seemed pretty outrageous, “Have you fucked the boy’s father as well?”“Yes.” Was Sara’s simple answer. The sort of answer that. So I sat there in my truck listening to some old smoke named Chuck Berry when a song I’d heard once or twice before came on. It was a song about some guy back in 1956 who’d been a flop with chicks. Desperate he’d gone to see some gypsy. She’d figured he needed special help; he needed a potion, something she could fix up in her sink. It said she’d looked at his hand and made some magic sign and then she handed it to him. She called it her ‘Love Potion’. That’s when it hit me. I needed my own. .. So I regain my composure and ask "are you aware of what you're asking I can get into ALOT of trouble if people find out." "I won't say a word I promise… I really want this" "why" "because you have taken care of me my whole life... I want to return the favor by making it to where you never have to go out to find a woman who may or may not be into the same things as you. If you train me to be your slave I will love whatever it is that you're into because it's all I'll know". Her logic was. 'Looks like you could do with a helping hand there', I say, keen to give it a little attention?He smiles and looks down at his cock, 'It's hungry to feel a nice white woman's soft ass', he replies with a laugh, I concur and get up to my feet, 'I assume your wife is sleeping'?'She is not here, she is out', he replies, getting up himself and coming towards the railings that separate our balconies, where we meet.'Your husband', he queries, as his hand goes between the thin bars and touches my.