There was a note lying on the kitchen table telling me his friend had free Patriot tickets. He'd left me at home alone with his son. I wasn't satisfie...d with just sitting home for my Sunday afternoon. After taking a shower and having coffee, I was bored. I went online to see who was there for a chat. About an hour into reading, a few chat windows opened and Mark, a guy I have chatted with before, contacted me. He and I had shared pictures and talked for some time. I told him about the party last. The roof. The chair I am resting on. The coffee table, made of wood, covered in TV guides, a magazine, a thick glass ashtray, my tobacco pouch, Zippo lighter, and coffee mug. I see your photo. My eyes are suddenly moist. I’m not crying… I must have something irritating my eyes. I think about you. Your naked flesh. How smooth it is. It’s taste. Your taste. Your smell. Your eyes looking up at me while you gently take my dick into your mouth. The feeling of your tongue as it massages me, while. Slowly moving my hand I covered her mound and felt that her panties were moist, she was obviously very aroused. I moved my finger lightly along the crease of her vulva and felt her become even wetter.Startled, I felt her hand on my zipper which she quickly lowered. Reaching in, she extracted my cock which was leaking like crazy, and covered the head with her palm."Paul, please let me" she pleaded unnecessarily.With that she unbuckled my belt, opened my pants and lowered them and my shorts to my. . to ... do ... that ... with your ... slave’s ... TONGUE?” Vanessa screamed and creamed herself in a hurry as I plowed her doggy-style on my bed.“Yep, definitely had to do that ... you need to get used to this if you’re going to be my wife, dear. Tamara will be servicing you, just as she services me ... and Wendy ... and Brittany. A lot of that will be rimming on her part. Make no mistake about that. She’s my slut, my slave, and I can make her do whatever I wish! You can tell that she enjoys.