I'm screwed! CHAPTER 2 - Uncle Jerry's Surprise Sally's Uncle Jerry and I were sitting at the kitchen table in his modest-size, two-bedroom apartment, babe having a private, one-on-one, man-to-man chat. This conversation was taking place the very next afternoon after my cuckold night at the hotel room with Henry and Sally. A night that had been full of shocking small tits revelations, to say the least. A night that had left me in the mindset of making sure that I was definitely going to have the last laugh, and that I was Solo going to softcore Brunette do it at Sally's expense. Let's just say that I was hell-bent on hopefully giving Sally her comeuppance for everything that she had put me through (emotionally) the night before in that hotel room, with Henry witnessing everything. As for Henry--that wonderful example of a refined, bisexual black man--he had left the hotel room earlier that morning, promising me that he would return later this evening for a second go-round with me and Sally, if that was what I wanted him to do. And I had told him that I didn't need "his services" tonight, but that I still wanted him to keep in touch with me. And then I had let Sally sleep in for the rest of the day, and had snuck out, telling her that I was going to get some late lunch for both of us, and bring it back to our hotel room. Of course, I had "other plans" in mind as I getting ready to make a beeline for Jerry's apartment. “Tell me about it.” It wasn't so much the hair that held Julie speechless but the massive pair of breasts that were barely contained by the dress held up by a thin strap. I can’t look at her I feel so ashamed she babe caught me looking. Understand?" How does that sound?” Hank said slow and soft. She took a deep breath and exhaled, her mind spinning. I’m only referred to as “the Mistress” because that’s what Brunette my boys call me,” she said. It was over. “Oh, Mommy, yes!” My daughter would learn that delight, too. I told him I didn't have his permission to use his bitch so I refrained from doing anything with her but having her wash me. Though I didn't mention small tits allowing her to masturbate while I raped Kathleen. He wouldn’t tell Solo us softcore what he thought of my butt, she thought, pouting. His tiny pud getting stiff in his boxers.