He liked variety and hadwomen and girls of any age. He was a hard worker and fucked hard everynight of the week unless he felt tired.Mike would drop ...by to see his uncle after working out at the gym for acouple of ours. He always showed up in his sweaty tank top, basketballshorts and sneakers. With his short buzzed hair and his thick gotee, hejust reeked of raw sexuality. His cock swinging against the thin materialof his shorts always drew other's stares to his crotch and he would alwayswink. I swam in our pool daily now, followed with a workout on Gwen's machines in our basement gym before leaving for work. I even ran with Brianna and Hanna couple times a week after I got home. I wondered now: was my newfound passion for exercise orchestrated by Otto? Grinning widely, I quit my speculation, saying with a laugh, "Billy the boxer floats like a butterfly, stings like a bee." Now they were all laughing. In one tiny nagging part of my mind I wondered what else Otto had buried in my. This would be proof that my erection was inconsequential and only her pleasure was of importance to either of us.The next morning, my mistress made a point of watching me dress ensuring my attire was the clothing she requested. In the evening she cleaned up and dressed well. We left for a bar and went inside. We sat at either side of a booth. I thought it strange that when a man came over and offered to buy us drinks, that he sat next to me but being dressed in womens clothes just shrugged. “Ah look who decided to join us common folks,” my sister said pouring Jaeger into my glass. “You get a good tan up there?” Cody asked. “I guess, I won’t really know until tomorrow I suppose. It was relaxing though. Think I nodded of half a dozen times. Probably would have stayed asleep except for all the loud ogling every time one of you came up there,” I explained before pounding back my shot. “Shut up bitch, you know you love it,” my sister said, handing me a red bull to wash down the.