Making and breaking of a cuckold – 11 Pool duties

I felt a proper fool kneeling at the end of Max’s recliner massaging his feet as they chatted away ignoring my presence. Then the doorbell rang. Mistress looked at me and signalled with her head for me to go answer. I hesitated given the way I was dressed and she reached for the buzzer and hit my balls with a 5 second zap on 8. It hurt like hell. So, full of trepidation, I opened the door.

There stood Gemma’s younger sister Sheridan who, by the way, was also stunning but a brunette. She looked me up and down and said, “What’s this Peter, a fancy dress party? It doesn’t do much for you, that outfit, with your belly sticking out. Where’s my sister?” Sheridan had never approved of me and had advised her sister not to marry me. She always treated me with disdain.

I ushered Sheridan out to the pool where she and Gemma hugged. “You know Max from the gym, don’t you Sheridan?” They shook hands and started to chat so I just stood there.

Then Max clicked his fingers and said, “Champagne for our guest peepee”. I ran out hoping Sheridan hadn’t heard what the Boss called me and praying she would leave before she found out about our “arrangement”. I presented her with the flute and headed off to tidy up the kitchen, anything to get away from there. I had taken 3 paces when I heard the Boss’ voice.