The feuding between my mom and dad was almost over, and I didn’t see the reason to drag on the fighting. I was about to quiet all of them, when we a...ll heard a voice come from another room. It sounded like a man’s voice, though I couldn’t make out what he said.My brother’s eyes beamed to my mom, “So he is here.”“Of course he is, he had no reason to leave.” my mom snapped, “Dave, you can come in here now.”Dave entered the room. He was shorter than me, his gut poking out from his olive colored. ” He now placed my hand back on his wife’s boobs and leaned back into his seat. I was so confused and scared. I took off my hands and moved towards the window getting away from the woman.A thousand thoughts were running through my mind. To be honest, I was very scared. After about half an hour, I felt a hand over my crotch region and I turned to find out that it was the woman sitting near me who has put her hand on my crotch. She slowly started to rub her hand against my soft cock over my. "You're my bitch now, you know that." That last phrase could have been a question, but it wasn't. It was a statement of fact.I did know it. I hadn't admitted it to myself until he said it but, now I realized that as I stood in the shower, washing my ass gently and running my finger over my tender hole, at some level I understood that my asshole was now Brad's property. When I dried off after my shower and saw in the mirror Brad's bite mark on my neck, I think there was some u*********s. Here is my fantasy about what happens on Christmas. We live in a rural lake community not far from a few large truckstops. I suggest to her there are probably a lot of lonely truck drivers stranded at the truckstops over Christmas and it would kind of her if we could find a young black one that is unable to get home to his family and she could perhaps give him a little Christmas "cheer." To my surprise she seemed to like the idea and said it would be a good deed to make someone's Christmas.