"Lisa. No. Please don't show Michael," he begged, like it was going to be such a bad thing. I chuckled at his poor acting.
"You're erection is showing, cuck boy."
He looked down at his little willie standing like a sprout, and he wished it wouldn't give away all his cuckold secrets.
In the end, I didn't send the picture to Michael. I made William do it. It became a nice topic of discussion during William's celebration, which...oh, now look what I've done. I started writing all this to tell you all about our celebration with Michael, but I got way off topic. Now I'm out of time. It's probably a good thing, though. The things I made William do for Michael and me during our celebration were naughty, naughty, cuckold naughty!
I can't wait to make him do it all again.
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