Never mind I think I’d just be gay depressed.” His new boss turned to go back into his office. “I can’t imagine why she would stay with a twink like you.” Then again, just before the close of business. Another paper on his desk. “Do you even want this job, peanut?” Grant demanded. “I can just dump your sissy ass back out on the street. Do you want that?” The man asked sternly. Fucking Ian just shook his head. Tears in his eyes, not able to trust his voice. “Repeat after me: I’m a sissy, fluffer and my wife deserves better cock than my peanut bump.” With horror at what he was doing, Ian’s mouth opened. “I...I’m a sissy...sissy fluffer. My wife deserves better cock than my peanut.” Grant was nodding along. “Your nothing peanut bump. Say it.” “I...I have a nothing peanut bump.” Ian admitted obediently. “Great. Hey buddy. I forgive you. But you need to go home and decide if you really need this job.” He did go home that night. He really didn’t have a choice. He had been sending out resumes, but received no interest. That night he thought he would have a masturbation problem getting hard again, but he didn’t. His little dick was hard anal as a rock when he went down on his wife. Though he couldn’t get Grant’s words out of his head. They repeated amateur over and over, especially the bit he forced Ian to say. I was holding her up as a fucked her like a machine, slamming the entrance to her womb with all the strength she craved. Ooh, she was playing a dangerous game. Mrs. Fattorusso scoffed and pushed me onto my back. At long last, I knew I was about to burst, and just as I began to cross over the edge, the girl below somehow knew too. Later when bed time was approaching, she disappeared again to the upstairs and was gone for some time. Down below was Chloe, sitting on the floor with my legs wrapped around her. Thank you." After a brief pause, masturbation amateur John said, “Well, I need to tell you something and since you’re such a good friend I know I can trust you.” I inquisitively looked across the table and wondered to myself, “What is he going to tell me now?” His friends all congratulating him with gay laughter as I felt him slowly pull out, cum came pouring out down my leg as I fell to the floor for a moment, then frantically checking my phone's calendar in a state of shock. I walked to the coffee table, put my right anal foot, in it's way too tall pumps, Fucking on it, and called her over.