Are you up for it?" Absolutely" I proudly announced, thinking that perhaps she was on her period and didn't want to offer her pussy right now."I thoug...ht that you might" my wife said. "Lets get you started."The three of them untied me and then helped me to my knees."You probably can imagine why you're not being offered a tight pussy" my wife explained calmly, confirming my suspicion that she might have been on her period, "so no reaching under there. Hands on her hips only, okay Big Fella?"I. After he was done staring, he grabbed me by the neck and told me that I'd still better not tell anyone, because he'd still fucking kill me."I know, I won't tell anyone," I cried. He left without saying anything else.For the next 3 weeks, I would suck him off every day. I started getting much better at it. He taught me the basics of it, and then started telling me to do things he liked. He would tell me when to lick, when to suck, when to kiss, where to kiss, when to lick at his balls.Sometimes. ”“Okay, I come here to eat a lot. Go up the stairs, turn left, there are three doors - gents, ladies, disabled. Go upstairs in five minutes, I’ll meet you there.”“Seriously?”“Just getting into the festive spirit,” she said.“I’ll be there.”I got the round in, excused myself and went up the stairs. The door to the disabled loo was locked, so I knocked.”Pete?”"It's me," I said and she opened the door.The toilet was large, with a sink against the left wall and the pan against the back wall. Carol. The house had been rented unfurnished and, for the most part, remained that way. He had picked up a desk with a chair and that was in the living room. On the desk were his laptop and a printer. Around the desk were stacks of papers. He slept on the floor in his sleeping bag and used his camping cook set for preparing meals. He lived like a monk, but enjoyed every minute of it.The house was located in a very small town in Arizona where the crime rate was low. The worst that happened in town was.