"Yes Jason, that is what I want" she replied happily, "I will do anything you say as long as you keep putting that magnificent cock into me. I will be... your slut, whore and slave"."Where does that leave your poor husband?" laughed Jason."He doesn't matter at all" confirmed Jane "he is just a Sissy Boy, an insignificant piece of shit. You are the only man I want, you are a real man who has made me a real woman".I was devastated that my once loving wife should say such things in my presence, to. She doesn’t turn from the window, the noise of another log being put in place to burn lost along with the rain on the roof. He looks up, watching her from behind, admiring the curves he’s come to know so well, the soft hair falling down her shoulders. With a soft contented sigh he stands, wipes his hands on the towel still wrapped around his waist, and strolls up behind her. She first feels the hands on her shoulders and neck, softly massaging as they draw her deeper into her thoughts for a. “I will have to think about it” I said. “We need to know by tomorrow” said Peter “tomorrow”.He drove me back to my car in silence. My mind was spinning. I drove home and looked at the bills on the kitchen bench. “Shit” I said out loud. I had remembered the address of the site that Tony had shown me. I went in and that night I watched several videos of women with dogs. Now I know porn is not real. At least the moaning isn’t but I kept watching and thinking about that money figure Tony had shown. You quickly get them rounds of cold beers, prancing back andforth between the refrigerator and the living room where the game is on TV.Each time you give a man a beer her takes the opportunity to grope you,smack you ass and stroke your clit. They also force a large swallow of beerdown your throat. After an hour of this, non-stop, you are quite drunk andyour poor little clit is throbbing from having been erect for an hourwithout satisfaction. Some of the men are now ready for action and three of.