"Mister Joe, the hobo did cum in my mouth but he made me swallow it," Ianswered."Is that why you are crying," Joe mocked."Mister Joe, that and also ho...w humiliated I feel."I climbed into the car sitting between Sean and Joe. I had been so upsetI had forgotten about letting Jim's cum and piss cocktail out. Theyasked me to tell them about my 'adventure' as they called it. I toldthem everything about how he called me 'puss-boy', about 'nut-juice,"etc. as Jim continued driving. There were comments. For several minutes. Then he pulled out and a huge blob of cum squirted out of the white guy’s anus.”“Oh wow. That’s hot.” Jenny said. “And I’m guessing you were fantasizing about being the one with the dick in his butt?”“You know me so well, sweetheart.”Jenny giggled. “I love being part of this side of you. But I think we need to take things up a notch.”“How so?”“Well...” Jenny started. “It’s been two weeks since you told me you like to look at gay porn. Since then, we haven’t had sex and. After we had been out and had a great meal, had a few drinks in a beach side bar, we wandered along the shore getting sand between our toes, when Carol lay down on the sand , lifted her dress ( no panties) and begged Jim to fuck her there and then . I kept watch as his magnificent tool ravaged her cunt hoping that some one would come along to witness my Boss fucking her on the beach, alas it didn't happen and after a rare fucking in the sand hills we went back to the unit. My prick was aching. " Quite understandable," he smiled. "You couldn't wait to be with me." You flatter yourself. I'm hungry." Ah, so boiled eggs, even though it's a Sunday, are orf." Please, sir, may I have a proper fried breakfast." For you, my Katrina, anything."She got the lot: bacon, eggs, fried bread, tomatoes, mushrooms."I haven't offered you baked beans," Andrew said apologetically, "because I didn't want to risk you farting at lunch time."That was so un-Andrew-like that for a moment Katrina was speechless.