I was deeply offended by being called a pervert. So I figure I am due an apology and you have some punishment coming before we discuss anything”“I...’m sor…” she started to say.“Shut up. I’m going to pick both the punishment and the apology. You just take your ass over to Wal-Mart and bring me a ping-pong paddle. Then when you get back, you better be butt naked when you walk into my office.”“Wha..What are you going to do?“I can’t hear you. Now move your ass. It’s five o clock and I want to go home. He slaps my hand away and pushes that tip against my waiting hole. I see a white flash as the head pops in, my hole squeezing down onto his shaft. It hits me that to anyone that’s watching, I am a faggot for BBC. That’s what they would call me. They don’t know that I’ve fucked over 10 ladies before, that I’ve been married for 7 years to a hot redheaded wife with a big bottom and double D boobies, I think I’ve made her cum before, a lot. I have 3 beautiful daughters and son, and I’ve never ever. Making Brutus sit quietly in thecorner like some naughty little schoolboy for some fifteen minutes,while she ties me down for the night.It was all a ritual, of course, but I sooooo loved it: "Time for beddy-byes, sissy... Mistress must retire to bed." ...and she strodepurposefully towards her dressing table.After fixing her makeup, she then retired to an adjacent cupboard.All the while I had been acting disinterestedly, as I sat down at MYdressing table, carefully applying my lipstick.... Some of the guys were quite handsome, but in my opinion, none any hotter than Kyle. The girls were all dressed quite sexy, showing off their assets in tight tops and short skirts. I know it sounds crazy for a mother to say, but I suddenly felt jealous of their youthful figures and wondered if Kyle might find them physically more appealing than me. My skin tingled as images of my son once again entered my head.As the night wore on and the drinks flowed, I couldn't help but feel Diane's constant.