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Billy's Bitch Boy

I hadn't meant for it to happen, but it did. I'd been drunk and tired and that night at the party when that hot stud started groping me and feeling around my ass, I just gave in and let him have what he want. He was in the middle of eating out my ass when Billy walked in. Billy is my man. I suddenly felt so ashamed. He had such a look of disappointment on his face when he saw that guy's face buried in my ass. I pulled up my pants and ran after him. I cried and pleaded as he called me an idiot and a bastard for what I'd done. Finally, I convinced him not to leave me, but for a week after that, he wouldn't touch me. When I tried to cuddle or snuggle with him, he'd shove me away and give me a dark look. I would have given anything for it not to have happened and I would cry quietly after he'd gone to sleep, wishing to take back that one moment of weakness. Little did I know that he had plans for me. He would show me who was boss.

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