"Still not a denial," I said with a grin, watching her ass as she walked away. "Maybe you should get the door," I called after her, staring down at my still hard dick. "Shit," I said, bending down to pick up my pants and carefully tuck my dick back into my boxers.
I willed my boner to go down as I walked to the door, trying not to think of her pussy. Her ass. Her everything. Only when I opened the front door and saw who was at our doorstep did my dick start to soften.
"What the fuck are you doing here? Did you follow me here? Doesn't matter. Go away," I said grumpily, because this shit wasn't happening, not tonight.
"Where is she?" Kenny asked, forcing his way past me. "Where's your mistress, Scott?" he asked accusingly.
Once he was in the door, the rest followed automatically, like they owned the place.
"Are you fucking insane? We talked about this. There is no mistress. Go home and leave us the fuck alone," I yelled, unable to contain my rage.
