Steph was watching a documentary in the living room. Some show about a guy who owned cats or something. It wasn't really your thing, but she seemed to... enjoy it. Coming in to sit beside her, you admired your fiancee's beauty as you did everyday. Long flowing blonde hair, a thin tight body, and gentle blue eyes. She cast you a halfway glance as you came in before returning her attention to the TV. "Hey." she said simply."Hey baby." You said smiling. "How was your day?" Just another boring day at. My dick was half-hard all the way through the meal especially since I was wearing a thick chrome cock ring and no underwear. She had a rather large vodka martini, which, judging by her eyes, had obviously gone to her head. My mood was definitely elevated by the two single malt scotches I had. I squeezed her hand and gave her a wink. Her wink back was incentive enough to ask for the check. "No time for dessert?" she asked, with a little bit of a pout."Later," I replied. I was on a mission.. Once there, she kissed my cheek and thanked me again. I collected my jacket and went on my way.The next day at school Kate saw me come in before homeroom, and latched on to my arm and dragged me over to meet her school friends. It turns out that she told them what had happened and they needed to meet the hero of that play.After the introductions, I saw Jack walking down the hallway with his arm in a soft cast and a sling. He was with a couple of his cronies and when he saw me, he beat a hasty. "You like to suckcock bitch?" Hey, now you a faggot, too, Baruke?"The large black man didn't take his arm from around my shoulders as heturned back. "You watch that shit," he said, his voice cool anddangerous, "or I'll fuck you up for good. I had plenty of this kindapansy shit in the slamer and it ain't half bad. White sissies'll blowyou better than 80% of the real thing you find out there, white orblack or yellow. Ain't that a fact sweetheart?"I remembered what Lise said about being pleasing..