Since I started living with and serving Hassan, it had been a week since Jimmy last wrote to me. But he sent me a WhatsApp again. I read it after Hassan had left for the car repair shop.

Jimmy: "Hey BITCH, I've been told you're living with the little moro now!, I see you've got a good deal"

The truth is that I was excited that Jimmy was remembering me again.

Martín: "Yes!! The truth is that I'm very comfortable... I owe it to you, hahaha".

I noticed that Martín was connected for a while, I don't know if he was reading my message, but finally, he started writing and replied.

Jimmy: "Well, you're right, BITCH, hahaha... I have a friend who wants to meet you, do you want us to visit you one of these days?"

I recognized that with this message, my mouth started to water a bit, and I replied.

Martín: "I don't know if Hassan would like it.. let me ask him tonight and I'll tell you".

Jimmy: "Ok, BITCH... you try to convince him, hahaha".

He sent me some emojis with kisses and stopped talking.

I went to work and spent the afternoon excited, remembering Jimmy's cock. It wasn't as huge as Hassan's, but it was big too, and I still remembered its taste, Jimmy's abs, and his charming smile.

At night, Hassan arrived at our home. As on other occasions, he gave me two kisses while grabbing my neck, like someone greeting a pet.

Hassan: "How's my BITCH?"

Martín: "Very well, love, how was work?"

Hassan: "Up to my balls... tired -. While saying this, he lowered his hand and grabbed my ass firmly.- Is dinner ready?"

Martín: "Right now, I'll get to it -. I said with a big smile.

After a while, I had gotten into the kitchen, I noticed Hassan calling me from the bathroom. When I arrived, I found him sitting on the toilet and with his two muscular legs open.

Hassan: "Come, BITCH, get on your knees and suck me off while I shit -. He ordered me with a big smile.

It's something that Hassan sometimes likes to order me to do. He gets a lot of pleasure from shitting while I give him pleasure with my mouth on his cock. He tells me it's a double pleasure. I've already gotten used to the sound of his shit falling into the toilet water, and the strong smell, noticing how my man relaxes, while enjoying my throat. I notice that it makes him very happy, and that makes me happy. Sometimes I accompany it with a piss at the beginning, while he presses my head with his hand... and that drives me crazy.

This time, while I noticed how his shit started to float in the water, under my neck, and I noticed the smell of his sweaty balls on my face, he started asking me:

Hassan: "Today, the Venezuelan, Jimmy, sent me a message on the phone, do you have something to tell me, BITCH?"

I was surprised, I didn't know they were in contact, but it also made it easier for me to tell him what I had to tell him. I t...