Finally earn his little stuff

Finally, the wife looked up from the TV, her eyes narrowing as she took a long drag. "Alright, I think that's good enough," she said, stubbing out her cigarette on the floor. "Where's his stuff at honey?" She ask her hubby with a big smile on her face.

John's heart raced as he followed her into the back room. It was smaller than he expected, crammed with more junk than he could even begin to sort through. But there, on a shelf above a dusty old computer, he spotted his watch and wallet.

The man noticed where he was looking and laughed. "Those are yours, huh?" He reached up and grabbed them, holding them just out of John's reach. "What's the magic word?"

John felt bile rise in his throat, but he swallowed it down. "Please," he said through gritted teeth.

Before he give them to John. His wife up the ante. "How about this babe? Sit on the couch next to my husband. I jerk you both off. Whoever cum first loses."

"What do I get if I win."

"You get your things back and we won't tell Mrs. Paul hubby about your little indiscretions." The hubby spoke up.

"What happens if I lose?"

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