Their weak husbands, underendowed, submissive, cross-dressing, sissy,cocksucking husbands that didn’t satisfy their wives.And wow! How I loved t...hose stories. They wereexciting, taboo and so close to my own life. Except,of course, for the bit about cheating. Rebecca wouldnever cheat on me.Why would I worry? She would hold me as we lay in bedand say to me that she didn’t want me to leave her, tosleep with another woman. I thought it was a lingeringdoubt from the revelation of me. Adventures. People. They were her trophies. Her treasure. They were the life she’d worked so hard to create.The top shelf was lined in delicate white plates and cups, beautifully painted with images of trees with blooming pink petals and squarish arches with swept tops. Only a few were fully intact. Most had cracks or chips. They were all old, recovered from scavengers. Of all the legends of the seas, they represented the one Captain Vex loved the most. They were relics of a lost people.The. They wound up back at Jill’s dorm room, sitting on her bed sharing a bottle of premixed Margaritas, complaining about how horrible college dating was.Jill had launched into a diatribe about what awful kissers boys were. Melissa disagreed. With fond memories, she described how a guy she dated for awhile in high school would kiss her lightly along the contours of her neck, with small licks in the hollow of her collar bone and nibbles on her ear. As Melissa recalled his technique, she traced out a. King didn’t care, he wanted to fuck, and I was his new bitch.I’ve fucked a lot of dogs, never before had one nipped me, it hurt. It sure made me obedient to his wishes, I did exactly as he wanted, just as soon as I worked out what that was. Fortunately all of the alpha dogs received the same basic set of commands. I had read about those commands in Prince’s file, so I had a kind of cheat sheet.King’s tongue was busy scouring out my dripping pussy, but not for long. He wanted to bury his cock in.