Breakfast

You wake up the next morning feeling dizzy. Throughout the whole night you had dreams of Stacy getting fucked in various positions by Old Bob and Mohammed. Your underwear is wet from your own cum. You take a long shower to wake up and get ready for breakfast. You call Old Bob’s phone to see what time they would get there but there is no response. You decide to go and eat breakfast regardless

When you get there, you see them already seated at a table and eating together. You join their table but you’re shocked they didn’t call you. “Good morning Stacy, couldn’t you have let me know that you were heading for breakfast?”

“I thought that Old Bob would text you”, she looks over at him.

“Shoot, I forgot to text you, neighbour.” Old Bob explains, “I couldn’t focus this morning while my wife was strutting around like a little bunny.”

“But I saw you with the phone this morning, right? Weren’t you texting him at that time?”, Stacy asks.

“You really think I’d rather text than capturing the body of a supermodel on my phone.” He winks at her and she blushes and looks up with pride.

“What did you do, Old Bob?”, although you suspect something sleazy from him, you have to make sure he doesn’t go too far.

Old Bob grabs his phone but shows it to Stacy first. They are sitting next to each other while you sit opposite from them so you can only see their faces.

“See how beautiful you are, Stacy?”, Old Bob says while putting his arm around Stacy and pressing her closer to himself. Stacy doesn’t mind and keeps looking at the screen. She seems to enjoy whatever is on the screen and looks up happily.

“Show me what is on the phone.”, you say sternly and expect Old Bob to give in.

“Did your parents not teach you manners, boy?”, Old Bob goes over your assertiveness.

Your curiosity peaks when Stacy watches the video again.

“Old Bob, can you please show me what is on the screen?”, you ask nicely this time. You expect Stacy to just give it now but instead, she hands the phone back to Old Bob to make the decision.

“Only because you are starting to learn how to act your role.” Old Bob loves reminding you of the roles you are supposed to play.

He hands you the phone and you press play.