" "Silence, silence, the devil has your tongue." Thank God for that, being possessed and unmarried seemed a blessing in the predicament I faced. My sp...ntaneous outburst appeared to have worked, I sensed victory, only William Postlethwaite would not have it. He struck the air with rage and damned me as a Jezebel for wantonly teasing any men and all men with my near naked breasts. He denounced me as a tart, a coarse trollop fit only for the nugging shop and working men's pennies. "Pig," I said,. "Stop there boy", He roared.I told him politely "This is my bus. Ineed to go home". And I walked away. I felt a strong hand catching on my hair anddragging me back. He dragged me like a woman and made me stand before himfacing him, and told "You are not going now". I was almost weeping. Isaw helplessly that my bus was leaving. There was no one else in the bus stop.I looked fearfully towards my conqueror's face, like a helpless woman. Helooked deep into my eyes and asked me. "You want to go?" I. I couldn't make out who it was, only that it was a woman and that she was only wearing her underwear."Um, hi, what are you doing here?" I asked, not letting on that I didn't recognise her.She giggled a little and said "I came to give you your birthday present," Throwing her voice a bit.With that said she ran right up to me and planted a deep, wet kiss smack on my lips, wrapping her arms around my neck as she did. By now I assumed that it was Emily and relaxed as she shoved her tongue deep into. I was taken aback, however, when not only did my husband ask to fulfill a sexual fantasy but also to film the experience for posterity. “Come on, honey. You can do it. It’ll be something special for both of us.” Jeff politely appealed. Throughout our marriage we enjoyed occasional adult videos and DVDs that culminated in evenings of incredible sex, but performing a pornographic-like facial with my husband in front of our camcorder was a whole new level of sexual experimentation. “Well, let me.