Daniel's Third Pick

918 Days

You were giving Amanda a foot massage. It was now your best form of intimacy with your Mistress. Amanda wiggled her toes.

"It's your big day, cucky. Who is your third pick?" You looked down, blushing.

"Uncle F-f-f-ernando," you stuttered. She sat back in her chair, looking you over.

"Fucking your family members now? Everyone is going to know you're just a cucky," she purred.

"I know," you said. If you could get hard, you'd be hard right now. Fernando was in his late 40s, burly and hairy-chested. He left the buttons on his shirts opened up, wore Cuban links, smoked cigars, and owned a popular Cuban restaurant in Little Havana.

"Okay, cucky. You know the deal, set it up so we can tell him together."