I had never been as excited and I had never felt her so wet. “You like Paul’s cock don’t you?” I gasped. “Are you imagining it’s him now?...” There was no reply, just deep moans. “You want this to be Paul, don’t you? Paul and his big cock, fucking you, while your faithful husband watches.” I couldn’t believe I was saying this. But I wanted to hear her reaction. “God yes, Paul,” she gasped. “I want to be a dirty girl for him, just like Jill.” I smiled broadly. “You are a very dirty girl, Sharon.. ’ ‘Why not sit? You don’t have any customers at the moment.’ She thought about it and then thought, what the hell. She sat. ‘There we go. So, what classes are you taking? At Columbia.’ ‘Well, two bio classes, one great and one horrible. A statistics class, and then my favorite, a class on Pablo Neruda.’ ‘Really?’ He leaned forward and she didn’t lean back. ‘I’ve got his complete anthology at home. In English, of course. Do you like him?’ ‘Oh, he’s wonderful. I think his love poems are the only. It would be a full week before a publicly humiliated James could sit down. Even then, the faint taste of cum remained in his mouth. He licked his lips and thought of all that cum. Those girls made him gulp down.Devika contacted James on the phone to instruct him on a few actions. She anticipated he would be submissive to her because her Girl Power was firmly established in James’ pathetic life. Devika was correct in her assumption. James was completely submissive to her.“James, I want you to. “This is just the start, soon you’ll be more confident asking a guy for a fuck, I’ll help you,” he said. “Just think how exciting it will be when I pick a guy to fuck you and I get to watch the whole thing.”“You want to watch me getting fucked?”“I sure do. I’ll even help you to find guys to fuck, and you’ll pick out a woman for you to watch me fuck.”“You are the perfect husband, letting his wife fuck other men.”“And other women, you just wait until we go to the Hen House. There you can fuck all.