Chapter 9: The Second Sunday

In the morning, I left as soon as I thought the shops would be open. I didn’t want to risk being caught by Hannah and forced to do another humiliating task.

It took a bit of searching, but I found what I was looking for and got it cut to size. I wasn’t worried about fitting it. I could do that myself.

I bought a jigsaw at Bunnings, some sealant and new mirror trims in case I damaged the ones currently holding the wood panels in place.

When I got home, Hannah and Courtney were gone. Neither responded to my text or answered my call.

It didn’t take me very long to remove the two wooden panels and replace them with one-way glass. I found one of the old square padded leather footstools I had inherited from my grandfather out in the garage where it had sat for years, dusted it off, and then moved it inside the closet.

I had to move some more of my clothes down to my room before I could create enough space to sit comfortably. I added some lube and a box of tissues to the walk-in robe.

I walked around the room, and there was absolutely no way of knowing the mirror was one-way glass. A thought occurred to me. I turned my phone on and placed it on the stool.

That you could see.

I thought that I had dodged a bullet there. I was pretty sure the devious Hannah would have waited until whomever I had chosen to be my wife’s lover was balls deep in my wife and then called me so he would know I was sitting in the closet watching, further rubbing my nose into my degradation and humiliation.

Having your teammates know your wife is cheating on you is one thing, but they would probably keep that to themselves. Having them know that you were a cuckold and enjoyed watching your wife fuck other men was a completely different story.

Sunday was a lay day, with no scheduled practice, but I knew there would be a few guys at the club in the gym or doing extra training. There were always a few. I was often one of them, so I drove to the club around 4.00 pm.

The gym was mostly empty, but it was only early, and as preseason training hadn’t officially started yet, a lot of the guys would have been still partying hard, so I knew it would only be a matter of time before the gym filled up.

Our gym is open to the public. You could become a club member, join the gym, and ‘Train as the AFL Players do’. A couple of the footy sluts were already in there ‘working out’, but mostly trying to get the attention of one of the players and, hopefully, become their wife or girlfriend. Moving from ‘footy player’s slut’ to WAG.

For a change, I didn’t even look at them or stop and see if I could talk one of them into giving me a blowjob in the loos.

One of the recruits, Harry, was working the chest press machine trying to add some much-needed strength and weight to his skinny frame. Harry was a bit of a ‘pretty boy’, and his reputation was that he needed to ‘harden up’ if he was going to make it at the AFL level.

He was also a known slut, often taking two or even three girls home on his days off. I’d also seen him checking Courtney out when we were out at club functions, but then again, he checked every girl out, and almost every guy checked Courtney out.

I began on the treadmill, just loping along, getting warm. Over the next 15 minutes, I slowly increased the speed until I was flying at almost full speed. I held this for another 5 minutes. It felt good to work some kinks out.

I grabbed my towel and walked to where Harry was working with the free weights.

He was trying to lift way too much. As AFL players, we don’t want bulky muscles. We need lean muscle to get over the ground quickly.

As the coach says, “There’s no substitute for speed. Speed of leg, yes, speed of mind, better.”

“Need a spot?” I asked.

“Yeah, mate, if you could,” Harry panted.

I lifted the bar just before he dropped it on his damn fool neck.

“You gotta build up, you know, bro?” I said. “You can’t jump from 80 kg (175 lbs) to 100 kg (220 lbs) overnight. You probably don’t want to add more than 5 kg (10 lbs) at a time.”

I took some weight off the bar, “Try that.”

Harry pumped it easily. I added another 5 kg.

By the effort he took, it seemed about right, so I said, “There you go.”

Harry was trying to impress. I was a senior if fringe player, so he wanted my approval. He lifted the weight way too many times.

“Hold up, mate,” I told him as I had to retake the bar’s weight to stop him from dropping it.

I removed the extra 5 kg, “We’re trying to add some weight, but not bulk. Bulk muscle is too heavy to run effectively with.

Why don’t you try this: 5 presses, rest for 30 seconds, 10 presses, 30 seconds, 15 presses, rest, 10, rest, finish with 5. Make sure you do your stretches and don’t do another arm exercise today, do some work on another area, abs or legs, probably.

I watched him work through the sets.

“Good lad.”

‘He’ll do if he wants in,’ I thought. ‘Wonder how big his cock is.’

“You’re from Western Australia, aren’t you, Harry?”

“Yeah, mate.”

“Did any of your family or friends come over with you?”

“Nah, mate.”

“Must get a bit lonely? Are you sharing with someone?”

“Not at the moment, mate.”

“Do you know my wife, Courtney?”

“Not really, mate,” he answered. “I know she’s as hot as fuck, though. Number 1 on the boy’s fantasy hit list.”

I hadn’t heard of this list.

“The whole club has a hot list?”

“Nah, mate, just us new guys. We’re all looking forward to building a rep so we can get hot girls like most of you have. Look at you, a fringe player, but with the hottest chick in the place.”

He coloured, embarrassed.

“Fuck,” he said. “Me and my big mouth. I didn’t mean that as an insult, mate.”

“None taken. I try, but I just can’t seem to crack that full-time spot, ya know?”

“Yeah, mate. Maybe try and do some more of the team things, right? The 1 percenters coach is always rabbiting on about.”

“Good advice. I just might try it. But when you get as few opportunities as I do, you need to try and shine in the ones you get, you know?”

“Yeah, but maybe if you do the team things, you might get more opportunities, yeah?”

“You’re probably right,” I told him. “Anyway, point being, would you like to come home to mine for dinner? Courtney’s a pretty good cook, and she does like to wear short skirts in the kitchen,” I joked.

“Yeah, all right, mate. That’d be grouse.”

“You got clothes, or will we need to go past your place so you can get changed?”

“I was going to head out for a beer after the gym, and I was going to see if one of these slags wants to come home for a root. If she does, I’ll buy her dinner first,” he said with a smile. “I’ve got jeans and a T-shirt, okay?”

I laughed, “It’s my home, not a fucking nightclub. I just meant, did you need to get out of your sweaty gym clothes?”

“Oh. Nah, I’ll be good. I’ll grab a shower here. Do you mind if I catch a lift with you? I don’t have a car yet.”

“Sure,” I said. “Let’s finish our routine, shower, and head to mine.”

“Sounds good, mate,”

About 30 minutes later, we were in the showers.

Now, ladies, we don’t look, okay? You just don’t. Not unless you want a punch in the face. So I had to be very discreet in checking Harry’s tool out.

He looked like he was carrying a pretty standard 6-inches or so, not thick, nor thin, just, well, standard.

‘She’ll love that in her arse,’ I thought, then had to flick my thoughts to somewhere else quickly before I went hard.

On the way home, I said, “Listen, mate, I don’t want to shock you, so if you’re not into it, say so...”

“I’m not gay, mate,” Harry interrupted.

“What? Oh. Neither am I,” I lied, but was I? “No, not that. Our babysitter is staying with us, at the moment, troubles at home, I think. She’s as hot as hell, and I’d like to fuck her, you know?”

Harry nodded his head.

“So, if you can get Courtney into bed, I’ll be able to fuck the babysitter, yeah?”

Harry looked at me, “You want me to bang your wife so you can bang the babysitter?”

“In a nutshell, yes.”

Looking doubtful, Harry said, “That’s fucked up, man. Your wife is as hot as all fuck, so if you’d rather fuck your babysitter, your babysitter must be like, Gal Gadot or something.”

“More like Jennifer Lawrence, but I hear you. Listen, mate, if you’re not up for it, I guess I can see if one of the others is.”

“And you’re not going to freak out or anything? Try and punch me in the face for touching your wife?”

“Nah. If you fuck her well, and she loves it, she might even let you do it again. I’ll tell you what. After I’ve fucked the babysitter, I’ll send her into you, and maybe you’ll get to do her and Courtney at the same time.”

“You’re bullshitting me. There’s no way you’ll let me do it. This is some kind of initiation thing, isn’t it? Testing how loyal your new teammate is?”

“It’s up to you, Harry,” I said. “Squeeze Courtney’s ass, see how she reacts. Take it from there.”

“So you’re telling me you’re married to a chick that looks like young Courtney Cox and have a babysitter that looks as hot as Jennifer Lawrence, and you want me to bang Courtney Cox so that you can fuck JLaw?

You know I’m going to, John, right? If she slaps my face or freaks out, I’m going to punch you in the face, and you’d better grow eyes in the back of your head cos I’m going to fucking smash you every time you sit under the high ball from then on,” Harry warned me.

“And the babysitter’s as hot as Courtney?”

“It’s a close-run thing, you know? If Courtney’s a 10, Hannah’s like a 9.995.”

“Fuck!” he said. “And you don’t get jealous?”

“You know how many of the footy sluts I’ve fucked, Harry. You’ve even fucked some with me. How big a hypocrite would I have to be not to let Courtney have some fun?”

“Does she get it on with the babysitter? Cos fuck, that would be fucking hot.”

“I guess you’ll have to ask them and find out, won’t you? But I doubt you’ll be disappointed.”

“Shut up! I’m getting a fucking woodie. You’re not a fag, or anything, are you? You’re not going to want to get it on with me after I’ve done your wife?”

“Nah, mate. It’s strictly pussy only for me,” I lied again. “I just need someone to take care of Courtney so I can safely bang the babysitter and not get in trouble.”

“You’re fucked up, man. But I’m game if the girls are up for it.”

“You can’t go bragging about it after, however. If I hear any rumours whatsoever, you’re off the list, and none of us ever talk to you again.”

“All good, mate. You never tell about banging a teammate’s wife. Not unless you want to find yourself on the transfer list.”

I glanced across at Harry. He was looking out the window, so I snuck a quick glance at his groin. It was severely tented.

I felt a frisson of excitement at the thought of watching him use it to impale Courtney’s ass.

We arrived home, “Ready?” I asked.

“Yeah, mate. This had better not have been all bullshit.”

“I guess you’ll see, right?”

He nodded.

Courtney was in the kitchen, wearing a sheer blouse without a bra. Her nipples were hard and clearly visible through the blouse’s material. She was wearing a slightly longer skirt than I expected, but then I remembered that she was probably wearing even more bruises on her ass than before after being punished for her latest indiscretion.

Holding a wooden stirring spoon, she came over to us. She lifted the hand holding the spoon to her forehead and wiped some sweat away. Her nipples jiggled sexily as she did it.

“This is Harry,” I told her. “Harry thinks you’re as hot as all fuck.”

I gave Harry a conspiratorial wink.

He blushed but gamely said, “Well, you are, Mrs Murray. All the guys agree.”

“Call me Courtney, honey,” she said.

She stood on tiptoes, then leant forward to plant a soft kiss on his surprised mouth. Courtney let her hard nipples rub across Harry’s forearms as she kissed him.

Hannah entered the room. She had dressed in a crop top that ended in two long strips. She had tied those strips off under her huge melons. Her midriff was bare, with her belly button pierced. She was wearing the tiniest pair of shorty-shorts I’d ever seen.

What she had done with her dick, I couldn’t fathom.

Harry gaped from woman to woman, “Fuck me,” he muttered. “At least he wasn’t lying about how hot the babysitter is.”

Harry had another look from Hannah to Courtney and back, “Fuck me,” he said again, a little louder.

“Maybe later,” Courtney said impishly. “Dinner first, then maybe ‘fuck me’.”

Harry’s tongue needed to be fed back into his mouth. It was currently on the floor.

“I hope you like Spag Bog,” She told him. “Carbs for quick energy, lean mince for low GI and protein for building muscle. Grab a seat at the table. Want a beer?”

Harry blinked, “Umm, yes, please,” was all he managed to get out.

“I’m Hannah,” Hannah said, introducing herself. “It’s okay to stare. I like it.”

A bemused “Fuck me” was reissued from Harry.

“Maybe later,” Hannah echoed Courtney. “But you’ll need to beg me to first.”

The girls mercifully left Harry alone during dinner, but when Courtney served some ice cream and brandy snaps for dessert, they insisted on taking turns feeding him.

Courtney and Hannah started to ‘one up’ each other. Hannah started it by dipping her fingers into the ice cream and insisting Harry suck it off.

Courtney took some ice cream into her mouth and then kissed a surprised Harry, feeding the ice cream into his mouth as she did.

Hannah undid her blouse, exposing her braless chest, used her fingers to wipe some ice cream onto her nipples then asked Harry to lick it off.

I think Harry had forgotten I was even in the room.

Courtney finished this round of activities by lifting her skirt above her hips and sitting on the table in front of Harry with her calves over his shoulders and her feet on the back of his chair. She then smeared ice cream across her vulva and clit.

“Well, honey? Are you going to get your dessert or leave me wanting?” She purred to him.

Risking a quick glance across to me, Harry eagerly moved forward and began to lick the ice cream off of Courtney’s cunt and clit.

Courtney moaned her appreciation, “That’s it, honey-chile. I’m sure there’s more cream further in. Better get your tongue right in there and suck it out for me.”

I’m pretty sure Harry lost his first load into his underwear at that stage.

“Come on, fag boy,” Hannah muttered to me. “Time for you to go have a wank in the closet as you watch a real man fuck your wife. Don’t worry, though. Harry’s an even bigger fag slut than you. I’ll soon have him begging you to let him sit in there with you. He’ll probably even want to blow you as he watches.”

I eagerly raced up the stairs and into the closet. One of the girls had glued a thick 7-inch, natural skin colour dildo to the stool. There was an envelope leaning against it.

I opened it, then read the note: “If you want to watch, and you will watch, you will strip to naked and then ride this cock the whole time you’re in here. Don’t even think of not doing it. I’ve set a cam up so I can confirm that you’re obeying.”

It was signed with an ‘H’.

I looked around and eventually found the hidden cam. The flashing green light had been covered with some masking tape so it wouldn’t be seen from outside the closet.

With a large part of my ardour silenced, I stripped as requested, lubed the dildo and my ass, and then held my ass cheeks apart so I could lower myself onto it.

I had taken so many things up my clacker, including the huge one that Courtney had fucked me with last night, that this comparatively small cock slid into me without any protest.

I rocked and wriggled my ass until I felt the dildo hit my prostate. Biting my wrist to muffle my immediate groan, I settled myself down to wait for Harry and Courtney to arrive.

I didn’t have to wait long.

Kissing and tearing each other’s clothes off, they crashed into the room. Courtney swung Harry around, gave a little leap, and wrapped her legs around him. She leant back, causing Harry to stumble forward a little before regaining his balance.

Courtney’s back and ass banged against the glass.

There I was, less than 2 inches, and only a sheet of hardened glass from me and my nearly naked wife, who was about to be penetrated by a teammate I had hardly known until talking to him in the gym less than an hour ago.

I couldn’t have been happier or any more aroused. I fucking loved watching my wife being gloriously fucked, and I loved that she loved it.

Harry had entered my wife and was roughly fucking her, shoving his length viciously into her hot, wet, and very tight cunt.

I had taken myself in my hand and had begun lifting and lowering myself on the dildo. In my mind, it was Harry’s cock that I was riding.

As that image played in my mind, and with a stifled groan, I came for the first of what I knew would be many times that night.

Courtney dropped her legs and gave a little hip shake to make Harry let her go.

She dropped to her knees, turned Harry sideways to the glass, circled the base of his shaft with her right index finger and thumb, and then cupped his balls in her left.

Courtney pulled insistently up and down on Harry’s shaft as she slowly sucked every millimetre of Harry’s schlong into her oral cavity. From this close, I could see Courtney’s cheeks bulging as she swirled her tongue around and around Harry’s cock’s head.

Courtney extended the index finger of her left hand and started to finger Harry’s taint.

With a surprised grunt, Harry lost his load into my wife’s voraciously sucking mouth.

I lost my second load into a tissue as he did.

Courtney tipped her head back and then opened her mouth to show him it was full of his cum. She tilted her head back to level, swallowed, tipped her back and then reopened her mouth to show him her oral cavity was now empty.

“You still good to go, baby?” She asked him. “Or do you need to rest?”

“I’m good to go,” came Harry’s response. “You’ve got me hotter than a steak on the grill.”

Courtney pressed her tits against the glass right in front of where I was sitting, then pushed her ass back, “Want to try my ass?” She purred.

“Fuck yes,” came Harry’s guttural response.

“Get your tongue in there, then, baby. Get me ready for your magnificent cock.”

I couldn’t help myself. I lifted myself off the dildo to lick the glass between me and Courtney’s nipples.

My feverish mind was imagining Courtney riding my rigidly hard dick with me licking her nipples as I felt Harry sliding his hard dick into her ass.

I came again.

I then ‘joined’ Harry on my knees before my wife. I licked the glass where Courtney’s pussy was as Harry tongued Courtney’s ass.

Courtney’s ass obviously wasn’t the first that Harry had fucked. He was way too skilled at preparing her for him to be inexperienced at it. I watched in eager fascination as he expertly stretched and lubed Courtney’s ring in preparation for penetration.

Harry spotted the sex lube on Courtney’s dresser. He quickly covered the head and shaft of his dick with copious amounts of lubricant.

“I’m ready, honey,” Courtney moaned at him. “Take my ass.”

She turned Harry around so that his ass was against the glass, then turned and bent over.

I quickly lowered my head to the ground so I could look up between Harry’s legs.

Harry bent his knees, spread Courtney’s ass cheeks with the fingers and thumbs of his left hand, and then took hold of his shaft.

Using his right hand to guide it, Harry introduced the head of his cock to Courtney’s rosebud. He slid just a little inside, stopping to give Courtney a chance to say ‘no’ or for her to adjust to his dick being in there.

He didn’t know he didn’t need to do that as he had no idea what an anal slut my wife had become in the last few weeks.

“Fuck me, baby. Fuck my ass like you mean it,” Courtney moaned.

She wriggled her hips and then pushed her ass back onto Harry’s pole.

Harry’s ass was right there, I remembered. I could tongue it, or at least pretend to, through the glass. I knelt with my hands on the glass, being very careful not to open the door accidentally, and tongued the glass where Harry’s ass was.

Strangely, given my recent experiences pleasing men, it really didn’t do anything for my sexual arousal. If anything, it dampened it some.

‘Weird,’ I thought.

I’d been off the dildo for too long, and I was terrified that Hannah would use that as an excuse to humiliate me with Harry by storming in, opening the wardrobe, and demanding I get my ass back on it, so I lowered myself onto it again.

I couldn’t quite seem to find the right spot this time. My ass just felt full, almost like I needed a dump. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it just wasn’t stimulating, either.

I was considering what it meant when I heard Courtney command Harry, “Come in my ass, stud! Come in my horny slut ass, and I’ll cum with you!”

My flagging erection raged again, my ass clenched down on the dildo, causing my prostate to be rubbed beautifully, and I almost came.

Harry was vociferously filling my wife with cum.

“Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!!! ARGGHHHHHH!!!!! AHHHH, FUUCK!!!!” He grunted and groaned. “FUUUUUUCCCKKKKKK! You’re one hot fucking bitch!”

Courtney swung him around again, bent at the hips and took him in her mouth to suck him clean.

She ‘free-handed’ him, using only her mouth to lick and swallow his cum off his cock.

When she spread her ass cheeks to the glass, I knew she had done it for my benefit.

I came again as I watched her push a massive glob of Harry’s cum out of her ass.

“I need to pee,” Harry said.

“Use the en suite, baby. Wash your cock in the sink, then come to bed. I’m going to blow you so well you’ll think I’m about to suck your balls out of your dick.”

As soon as Harry closed the en suite door, Courtney slid the door to the walk-in robe open. She took in the stool with the dildo glued to it, and a frown crossed her face.

But all she did was whisper, “Enjoy the show, my cock sucking fag hubby? Now fuck off back to your room. I want to concentrate on enjoying this hot boy without worrying about you falling out of the closet. In the closet, but not for long. I’ll have you out and proud soon.”

The door to the hall opened, and Hannah walked in.

Courtney shooed me off, then turned to Hannah, “No. Tonight, he is all mine. Next time, you can see if you can seduce him to ladyboy penis,” she said quietly.

“You defying me, my little whore?” Hannah responded.

“No, Mistress, but I want this man for myself for one night.”

“You will be made to pay for this, slut,” Hannah said, then flounced out of the room.

Harry came out just as I shut the door. I listened with my ear pressed against the door.

“Everything okay? He asked. “No dramas?”

“John was just making sure I was happy with the swap, babe, that’s all.”

“Oh. Are you? I could go and see your babysitter if you’d prefer?”

“You don’t want her, honey. Trust me on this one. Let John have her. He’s better equipped to deal with her.”

Harry sounded crestfallen, “Oh, but...”

“If I’m not enough for you, you can always fuck off and catch an Uber home.”

“What? No, Courtney, you’re as hot as all fuck. It’s just that John said you and Hannah sometimes get it on, and I’ve never seen two women going for it before, so I hoped, ya know?”

Mollified, Courtney said, “Maybe next time, just be careful what you wish for, okay? Now, get your taut buns over here and show me how good you are with your fingers and tongue.”

I crept back to my room to find a seething Hannah standing there with her arms crossed under her magnificent bosom. She was tapping a finger on her lower arm.

“On your back, hands above your head and clasped together, knees up and apart.”

Knowing I was about to receive some of the punishment she had in store for Courtney, I determined to see how much I could take for her. Any of her frustrations that Hannah took out on me would lessen what she took out on Courtney.

I was going to ‘take one for the team’, team ‘Murray’.

“You don’t scare me, bitch,” I told her. “Do your worst. I can take it.”

I took up the required position.

“You’re defying me, too? I’ve obviously been too lenient with you pair of useless fucking sluts. Well, that changes tonight!

Do not move!”

My wrists were handcuffed together and then tied to the headboard. The leg spreader was placed onto my ankles. A thick dildo, about 10-inches long, was shoved into my ass without any lubrication except for what I had already put in there before sitting on the one in the closet. The electric cock cuff was buckled securely around my balls.

Hannah lifted my legs and then chained them to the cuffs. She didn’t release the rope holding my cuffs to the headboard this time.

I had a choice: Hold a virtual crunch to stop my legs from hauling severely on the handcuffs, cutting off the circulation to my hands, and putting my shoulders under tremendous strain, or relax the crunch and suffer the above.

I’m supremely fit. It’s something I pride myself on. I follow all my training regimes strictly, completely, and faithfully. I diet correctly, do all my stretching and Pilates exercises religiously, keep my alcohol intake to a minimum, and minimise any food high in sugar.

No coach will ever be able to use ‘unfit, doesn’t try’ as an excuse to drop me.

I was too smart to try and hold the crunch indefinitely. All that would do was exhaust my stomach muscles and force me to let my legs haul on my wrists and shoulders until they recovered, if they did.

I held the crunch until I felt the burn, relaxed until my hands throbbed with the built-up blood pressure, and then returned to a crunch.

By the clock on the wall, 10 minutes passed, 15, 20.

There were moans and groans and the sounds of people deliciously and skilfully fucking each other wafting down the hall.

“What kind of fag husband lets another man fuck his wife in the ass as he rides a dildo in the closet?” Hannah asked.

“The kind that loves his wife and wants to see her enjoying herself,” I replied.

Hannah pressed the button on the remote, and pain surged through my balls. I hardly even blinked.

“Did you learn how a real man fucks a woman?” She asked. “Or do you need to go back in the closet for some more lessons?”

I laughed, “He’s not half the lover I am. Courtney only came once the whole time I was in there. With me, she would have cum three or four times.”

I received another, more intense blast.

“Harry gets to cum inside your wife. He can cum in her ass, mouth, or cunt. You can have a wank and cum in your mouth or onto the floor. That’s gotta hurt.”

I forced myself to smile at her, “Courtney owns me, body, mind, heart, and soul. Even if she told me I was never to orgasm again, I would accept it, as she is my entire world. She and my kids.”

The jolt this time was excruciating.

‘Fuck!’ I thought. ‘If that was only 3, I’m never going to make it to 10.’

“Suck my cock,” Hannah demanded.

I was willing as I enjoyed sucking her. Strangely, though, I didn’t go hard. All I could think of was how sweeter Courtney’s pussy tasted than Hannah’s dick.

Hannah came pretty quickly as I was now quite an accomplished cock sucker. She pulled out, spoofed on my face, and then took a picture.

“Courtney already has the phone numbers of two of your teammates. Once she has five, I will send this picture to all of them.”

I shrugged, “Either you will, or you won’t. It doesn’t matter. I’m proud of the actions I have taken to please my wife.”

I barely managed to stifle my groans of pain.

This fucking bitch wanted me to scream, I realised. She wanted me to beg her to stop. She wanted me to cry out so loudly that Harry would feel he had to investigate and catch me in this position.

‘I don’t fucking care if my balls fucking explode,’ I decided. ‘It’s worth it if it stops her from punishing Courtney.’

Hannah took hold of the dildo in my ass and began to rip it back and forth.

It hurt, but I was able to lift my hips a little higher. The sawing in and out dildo hit my prostate.

“Fuck yes, Mistress,” I moaned. “Fuck your little fag boy.”

Hannah tore the dildo out of me and flung it at the wall.

“I’m sorry, Mistress. Has your tranny cock loving, gay boy, submissive slut displeased you? Please, Ma’am, tell this worthless worm what I must do to make it up to you?”

“No,” she said. “I see what you’re trying to do. You think that if you pretend to like it, I’ll stop hurting you.”

I couldn’t give a fuck if this bitch killed me, as long as she left my wife and kids alone.