Making and breaking of a cuckold – 18 The bar B que

“How does that affect you and me Christy?”

“Nothing changes; these freaks will give me money for beating them up and if I find a suitable one like peepee, he will serve us both. Trust me, it makes your life better having a slave who is your house bitch and maid, chauffeur and human ATM”.

Miss Christy had become distracted by the conversation with Mr Jones and had unknowingly increased the pressure on my throat. I started making gurgling noises as she crushed my larynx. She finally noticed and spoke to me,

“For God’s sake faggot, man up will you. Make yourself useful by licking the dirt from the soles of my thongs. And no fuckwit, we’re not going inside till I’ve finished this conversation with my man. Frankly, I don’t give a rat’s arse what your neighbors think of you. They already know what a nerd you are. Come on, lick lick”.

I did what I was told. It was such a relief to be able to breathe again though the soles of Christy’s shoes were filthy. Mr Jones spoke;

“OK Christy, this is all new to me but I’ll take your word for it. I think I’d be happy to use faggot as my servant but I don’t want that creep slobbering on my shoes.”