Making and breaking of a cuckold – 11 Pool duties

“Have you forgotten something faggot? You were in the middle of giving me a foot massage. Back to work boy”. I picked up the cream, knelt at the end of the recliner and resumed massaging my Master’s feet carefully avoiding eye contact.

“What the fuck is going on Gemma?” asked Sheridan. “Why is Peter dressed like that, and how come Max calls him faggot?”

“Calm down Sheridan. I’ve cuckolded peepee, it’s as simple as that”.

“I told you not to marry him Gemma. He’s a short fat loser. You could have done much better”.

“Think about it. I own this magnificent home, drive a Mercedes Benz coupe, I don’t work, not even around the house, I have an amazing sex life with Max whose has the biggest penis you’ve ever seen and knows how to use it, and I don’t have a husband anymore, I have a servant”.

“A servant? How’s that?”

“Well, peepee is now my servant and maid, butler and chauffeur, cleaning lady and slave and, in fact, anything I want him to be. He is totally under my control, thanks to Max and the DreamLover”.