I can be quite dominate and she loves me for that. Also she seems to like the size and taste of my cock. We will get married maybe as early as next ye...ar. But now we just live together in a big old farm house on the edge of our town just South of the Mason Dixon line. We both come from well-to-do families who have left us plenty of money. That said, Suzy really wants to continue teaching dance. I work at home and make at least six figures in my own right. We are in our very early thirties and. And it certainly wasn't acceptable to Sam. Even if they were both gay—which neither of them was—they were [I]brothers[/I], for god's sake! You just didn't do shit like this with your brother. Not cool.But Dean apparently disagreed. "Shut up, Sam," he groaned. "I'm almost there." Oh, come on!" Sam complained."I will in a minute if you'll shut up." No!" Standing abruptly, Sam faced his own bed and quickly pulled his underwear and jeans up over his hips. "You just—" he began, but couldn't find. ." taking a deep breath, I asked "Where is he?" Still trying to soothe my husband's wounded feelings, Veronica asked "Who?" Damn - how was I gonna explain this? "Ah, young guy," I replied, "Dark hair, wearing a purple t-shirt, black shorts, and black sandals." As my fat ass slid off the stool with a sickening squelch, I began peering over the machines, trying to get my bearings. "You goddamned hussy!" Pulling away from the cocktail waitress, my so-called husband accused "You win a few. "You'll tell me what I can and can't do with my own flesh and blood, what's right and what's wrong, will you? What did I tell you, you little whore? You are a CUM-RAG. Your mother was as much of a little slut as you are, but this time I'm not going to be so stupid as to treat a whore like she means something. You can do what I tell you willingly, or you can do what I tell you anyway, and be sorry!" She lay motionless beneath him, eyes red and swollen, but otherwise unresponsive. He wanted her.