....is that understood!” Sarah’s hand landed strongly on my ass.Then I heard the front door open and people come in and then I heard them enter th...e lounge as I stood in the corner...wondering who Lady Sarah had invited? Still convinced her going out was just a tease to arouse my submissive nature. But, then there was a shock that would have made me run from the room, if I had not been so well trained (more than I realised) by my wife.“Hi Sarah....see you have your dirty gurl ready. Your Dad and. Her delicately painted nails trace a swirl. ‘You ruined my life.’ I tell her softly, her eyes come up. ‘That’s what I thought when all this started. That first day when you took me to dance class. Then all the rest. You ruined it…. and I thank you for that. I would have walked down the path I was going on and ended up in a place far different from where I am now. I might have been happy there but I know one thing. I wouldn’t have Sandy. She would never have gone out with a football player. Hell. Who knows, maybe he was watching me from the heavens, being impregnated by a gypsy runt.He, who was constantly campaigning to get all those i*****l camps shut down, and all those dirty gypsies kicked out of the country. He really hated them, like he hated faggots.And now his own son, turned out to be a submissive faggot for two filthy gypsies.He must be turning in his grave, poor dad.Sorry dad, but I really love being fucked by my gypsy Prince.As I was enjoying the feeling of that hot goo. His face was cute and young. Maybe her age, or younger. He had messed up black hair and green eyes. “Anna,” she said quietly, her eyes on him, running up and down his impressive body. Her friends took the attention of the hot guys, and she too shy in person to go after them and they never came for her.“Hi, Anna. I’m Troy. Liking what you see? Because I do.” he asked with a half smile.“I do too, how big is it?” he asked, licking her bottom lip involuntarily. “About seven and a half,” he.