Christine Michaels

I was furious when my dog went missing, and for a moment, I blamed my boyfriend for the negligence. After posting flyers in the neighborhood, we received a call that our beloved pet had been found! The joy of his safe return, however, was overshadowed by the fact that my man had no money for the reward. Choosing between losing my dog and finding a solution, I opted to involve him in a situation where I could exchange sexual favours for the money needed.

Underneath it all, I had kept my preference for a certain type of charm a secret, engaging behind my partner's back satisfactorily. Taking advantage of his oblivious nature, I knelt undisturbed multiple times before these appealing men to fulfil their needs. I obediently cooperated in various positions to satisfy their desires fully, which in turn guaranteed my dog's recovery and also offered the satisfaction I craved for.

Being the cuckold for me now means meeting my unconventional demands that pushed him to experience mocking experiences while clearing the remains left by my escapades. Our interactions became moments of laughter for the well-endowed individuals and me, as he showed compliance as a crucial aspect of his role in a deeper level.