" Our lifestyle, indoors most of the time, and mostly as night owls had left us pretty pale. I had gone to school to become a chef, so we did eat pret...y well, and we had been taking vitamins to keep ourselves healthy, but we both had quite a "Gothic" appearance. I am dark haired and she a blonde, both free of any excess fat and both with hair way past our shoulders. She selected a bottle and opened it and began spreading the contents on my face. She said as she worked, "Oh my! You look like a. But Brad was different, he seemed to be enjoying my humiliation just as much as Lina."Hello, Sir." I greeted him avoiding his eyes. "Hello, slave. Why don't you kiss my shoes to show me how much you appreciate me fucking your wife?" Brad asked me sternly.I hesitated and looked at Lina hoping she would probably save me from this. But she just smiled at me calmly as if she was enjoying this little exchange. Knowing I had no other course of action, I went down and kissed his shoes."Now the other. She was a trooper though, even though she was fighting back she never made enough noise to attract attention. By putting my left hand on her stomach and leaning down with all my weight I kept her from moving. I started pushing the pen up her ass. Believe it or not I didn’t want to hurt her, so I did it slowly and carefully. It actually slid in pretty easily, much easier than I had thought. After an inch or so, she quit resisting, but I kept my weight on her because I liked the feeling. I. No wonder, she thought, Howard would have lots else on his mind, namely Sherry Miller, who worked at the supermarket and who, until hours ago, Gwen had considered a friend.Another sip and the tears began again. She wasn’t sure if the doorbell was a welcome diversion or the bringer of yet more bad news.When she opened the door, however, her face showed the closest thing to a smile since she and Howard had talked earlier today.“David! Oh honey...”She fell into the arms of her son.“It’s going to.