I put the vacuum cleaner back in the closet, and, stretching the pinkrubber gloves over my white satin ones, get the mop and the bucket. Timeto do the... floors!Bending over to mop, I have to suck on my gag in order not to drool on mysnow-white short frilly apron and the freshly mopped floors, feeling thepenis-shaped extension of the large ball gag drive itself deeper into mythroat, making me gag a little. Just a little, my wife worked hard oneliminating my gag reflex with her variety of. Sucker that I was, I wanted to teach her everything. Juko had come to me asking for advice about whom to give her to since she couldn't care for herself."If you want to give her to someone you'll have to take her away from me first," I said, only halfway joking."I would be honored if you'd take her in and I can see with so many mates you'll have little trouble caring for her," he said, and actually smiled.I knew in my heart Juko thought he'd put the big britches on me, but I also knew he'd shit. I felt his abs quiver a bit then sink into a relaxed position just as his piss stream erupted from the end of his fat, pink cock head.He had to pee a lot. As he relaxed into it, I realized I was casually and gently moving my hand up and down on his belly. It was unintentional, but it seemed to help him relax. After almost two minutes his pissing tapered off and he opened his eyes. He shook his dick then squeezed forward and back to get the last drops out. His foreskin popped over the head then. I was just bent forward and pulling my history book towards me, when her expensive, neon-orange sneakers entered my vision. Knowing that the last thing on her mind would be to help me pick up my things and expecting more mocking comments from her, I wasn’t prepared for her to crouch down right in front of me. For a moment, her skirt rode up and gave me a clear vision of her thong - a thin, equally neon-orange triangle between deeply tanned thighs which clearly showed the outlines of her pussy.