CLICK, CLICK, ZIIIIIP. XXXI.- THE KEYS TO THE AGENDA 🎵

ATTENTION, IN THIS CHAPTER THERE IS A PART THAT IS ANOTHER SAMPLE OF WHAT LIFE IS, IF YOU WANT TO SKIP IT, IT IS BETWEEN THE BARS MARKED WITH ASTERISKS LIKE ***************

KISSES AND WE CONTINUE WITH THE STORY...

Kikiriquiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, kikiriquiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, a rooster wakes us up, it was 6:30 in the morning.

The two men who had dominated me that afternoon night were snoring naked and semi-erect.

Santi's cock was amazing because when it was semi-erect, it was like a baby's cock, but huge, with all the foreskin it had, it was like seeing a naked baby's body enlarged with the right macrophilia, beautiful.

Angel's was equally wonderful, it had just the right skin on the foreskin, with thinner skin than Santi's, but it was thicker and longer, so you could see a huge cock that stood out from the line of his balls and went down a good bit further, with a larger glans than the rest of the cock. Majestic.

I kept looking at the two cocks until they started waking up, hypnotized.

I smelled like them and they smelled like me, it was an incredible mix of smells that made it clear what had happened because my crotch was soaked with their semen that had fallen down my leg and was already dry.

Logically, we couldn't appear in the village like that. The truth is that it was very early and we could say that we had stayed in Madrid to sleep, and that's what we did.

We said goodbye to my father-in-law with affection, and I passionately said goodbye to Santi, and we both went to his house in Madrid.

The new way of being with my father-in-law was tiring, but super exciting. As soon as we closed the door, I undressed as I wanted, and that's how I had to stay until we left. We took advantage of the time to take a good shower, and after it, I had a task to do as my father-in-law had ordered me.

He lay down in his armchair where he watches TV, spread his legs, and I had to dedicate myself to his big, fat feet. I couldn't go above the ankle. He fell asleep comfortably, and I started to get to know his skin, parts of his body, and his smells because that's what he had ordered me to do for the first few months.

At the end of that period, he managed to make me feel that whenever I entered a room where he had sweated, or his feet, or his armpit, or his whole body in general, I would get an erection in a matter of seconds because I recognized every pore of sweat.

My father-in-law left everything he had in his pockets on the living room table, but the yellow agenda where he noted my failures was not with the rest of his things.

I'm not nosy, or maybe I am, but I was intrigued to know where he had the yellow agenda.

I noticed that he had a wallet that he usually carried with him every day, and he had put the agenda in it. When I went to get it from a discreet compartment in the wallet, I noticed that, just like mine, there wer...