• I love claiming another man's wife as MY slut or girlfriend.• I like walking into a hotel to get a room with a married woman that her husband ha...s paid for.• I like hearing someone's wife thank me after I fuck her, or if its a couple I like hearing her husband thank me for fucking her.• I like sending her husband to get me a beer or something while she sucks my dick.• I like giving her to a friend to use and treat her like my property. They love that shit.• I like telling her husband that his. At least I have the day free. What color is your wallet? she said. Its black. Its real small. I hope I did not loose it. I said. She went to go pick up around the living room. I walked in the dining room. I was making it look like I was looking for my wallet. I picked up the cards. Put away the poker chips. I took all the dirty dishes to the kitchen. I picked up the cigar butts. I took out the trash and put a new bag in the garbage can. A second later the door to the kitchen swung open. Oh you. "How intriguing," Fifi said. Her lips turned up in a wicked smile.DaBigBoom wasn't so sure he liked that smile. He pulled up his knees and started to get back to his feet. He was unsteady, like a punch-drunk boxer in the tenth round.Fifi held her tail in her arms like a rifle again. DaBigBoom liked that even less. The bulbous end swelled up as if inhaling a deep breath and then puffed out a thick cloud of sparkling pink dust and shimmering red hearts. DaBigBoom was enveloped. He breathed in and. After a while, he said we should move to another booth. I said okay and started pulling my pants back up. When I had them mostly back up, he stopped me and said I didn't need to fasten them all the way up, no one could see me anyway and it would save time when we got to the next booth. I was kind of doubtful, but said okay.We left that booth together and he led the way, back further into the room where I hadn't been before and where it seemed even darker. He seemed to know where he was going as.