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

Christy kissed him on the cheek, “You’ll get the idea after a while Mark. These losers need constant reminders of their place in life, which is at the feet of superior beings like you and I. You heard him cuckold, keep running that loser tongue along the soles of my thongs. Mr Jones’ boots are off limits to you. Good boy. You see how easy this all is once they’re broken Mark?”

“I do Christy. I can see that it is quite a power rush having another human being groveling at your feet. It doesn’t worry you if a few of the neighbors see this fat boy licking your shoes?”

“Naa, they already know he’s a freak show, an inferior being. It reflects poorly on him, not on me. Where’s the downside?”

Gemma appeared at the door. “Come on you two, we have daiquiris for you and cucky is gonna bar-b-que you some shrimps and stuff. Crawl behind us faggot”.