I’m sitting here, heart pounding, as I watch her lips part, tongue peeking out, eyes half-lidded, staring directly into the camera. She’s wearing that black lace bra, the one with the sheer mesh panels and gold trim, her perky tits slightly squeezed, cleavage on full display. ‘So you want me to be your slut, which means suck or fuck other men when you tell me to? I like the way you think!’ she says, her voice dripping with desire. I can almost hear the bull’s voice in my head, commanding her, and I know she’s already wet, ready to be used. This is what I live for, seeing her like this, knowing she’s mine to share, to watch as she becomes their plaything. I’m her cuckold, her husband, and I fucking love it.