I was exhausted as I went down the stairs and into the den. As soon as I looked at the sofa in there, I knew there were cooties there too. I went into... the living room and just before I sat down on the sofa in there I saw her note. I left it there, realizing I couldn't sleep on that sofa either.I thought about taking some pillows and a blanket and sleeping in the bathtub. But as much time as the bitch spent in there, I wouldn't put it past her to have fucked someone in there as well.I went out. I spent the day trying to clear my mind on what I had done but to no avail. All I could think about was Mike eating me out this morning and me cumming and forcing out my juices mixed with his sons cum into his mouth. I got wet thinking of it. John spent most of his day playing wii or watching tv. Not even acting like anything happened. I played with myself several times during the day. It was a turn on to think of my son or one of mikes friends or his brother. Fucking me.for some reason I. Literally. Because within a few seconds he had removed his belt and dropped his trousers to the floor. A nice uncut trunk dangled in front of my eyes. But opposite to mine it was totally flat.“Only the sun goes up for nothing. Give me a reason why I should.”He needed not to worry. I would give him a reason. Eagerly I put my hands on his hips as I bent over the desk and went straight for his rod. But he stopped me and pushed my head back with his large hands. “Oh please, just let me,” I begged. Kritikaji had a couple of more weeks of depraved and exclusive sex with me before she too decided to move on to a young, rich, classy faggot of a guy she met at the club.Smriti had moved in with her slave but was kind enough to leave her flat’s keys with me and I had converted it into my own sloth haven, where I crashed hungover from the billion parties I started attending and suck men and women off at, being liberated from my two loving mistresses. I even met Kritikaji once at a party and we.