The small steaks were flavorful and so tender they could be cut with a fork. The huevos rancheros were utterly superb.As they were finishing, Donna ca...e into the kitchen. She was bowlegged and moving stiffly as she more fell than sat on a chair. “Coffee, por favor, “ she mumbled in Maria’s direction.Then she turned to Lisa and glared, “It’s all your fault, you little bitch!”“What did I do, Mommy?” Her response sounded phony and was.“Two things,” Donna replied with a sigh and then a moan.. Don’t get me wrong, bondage play is a lot of fun, at least for me. Arachne silk is perfect for this kind of play and as a result most of them enjoy rope play. They aren’t the sadists that some people make them out to be, but they aren’t the most empathetic of sorts either, at least not usually.I found the hole I was looking for. After scanning the area for signs of other predators I deemed myself reasonably safe and waited. I’m not sure how long it took, it felt like half an hour but could have. As it was late summer the boys were wearing their pads pants and boots. Taut muscular bodies glistening with sweat as they walked passed her in to the changing rooms to shower and change. Jesus Fucking Christ Wendy thought of being in the showers with this group of fit young men , licking , sucking ,and fucking their hard dicks, had her nipples straining against the taut fabric of her blouse and she could feel the juices from her bare juicy pussy dribbling down making a damp spot on her skirt.. They rested and did a little talking but then she was back at it. It seemed like she couldn’t get enough love making and when Steve told her it was great but suggested they should get some sleep. She cuddled with him and saw that he fell asleep before she did.At the clinic the next day a man appearing to be in his middle twenties walked in and said he wanted to talk to Steve. The man, Doug Hastings was the Iraqi war vet his wife had mentioned yesterday.In talking to the man Steve could see that.