Minimum wage in 1986 was just $3.35 an hour and the 1987 Pontiac Firebird Trans Am I was planning on getting cost $13,000. Officially, Joey and I woul...d make a whopping $6 an hour for twelve hours of work. $72, about $50 after taxes. That $50 was equivalent to around $100 in 2011.As it turned out, my dad didn’t have anything they could do over the weekend.We made it up to them both by organizing a get together with the ring slave girls for a few rounds of strip poker and blowjobs during fourth. I wanted it. I was not only her bitch. I was his.I backed off his long shaft and noisily slurped on his big cock head as Daryl stroked his meat."Here it comes queer," Daryl warned as his cock started to spit into my mouth. He had fucked my wife and my mouth for nearly an hour but he had not yet cum. His climax was overwhelming. I gulped his copious cream as it filled my mouth and ran down my chin. I wrapped my fist around my dick and pumped it as my wife's lover, our lover, groaned and came in. There were dark circles under her eyes.My heart went out to her... but I refused to let any of that show. In something this intensely personal, I was wearing my Corporate CEO face, something I usually showed only to subordinates and business associates. It was often an implacably ruthless one."And now you are here," I said quietly to my wife. She nodded, looking anywhere but at me. Finally, she couldn't do anything except face me directly."Mark..." she said softly, "I want to start by saying I. He pulled back and I felt him spit on to my tightly shut arsehole. With that he pressed against me again the combination of his pre-cum and spit eased his passage and I felt the head of his cock pop into me making me cry out in pain." Shut the fuck up you bitch", he said and holding me by my hips he eased his cock deeper into my tight virgin bottom. The initial pain of him popping into me was nothing compare to this, bit down onto my hand to trying to stifle my cries. He kept forcing more of.