Even though Cynthia knew damn well I fucked whoever I wanted to, she would still get upset and sometimes even be on the verge of tears when I took one home or even played in front of her. Little did she know that was the way to guarantee I would take her for the night, as I was a sucker for that cute little pout. When she got that way I would always come up and, after giving her a little kiss, tell her I might have others but she was my favorite. Cynthia would eat that up and be more than happy to spend time with me even if...