,” she tried not to cry again, but she couldn’t finish her statement.“He what? Should I get Mrs. Dubsky or Mrs. Mancuso?” I pressed the matter...“He would ... cut me off food. He does it now and then, to save resources and also to punish concubines. He doesn’t do it too often, for fear of it being obvious, but he does it once in awhile. He ... also,” the girl shuddered as she revealed a shocking secret.“He ... what? Is it what you were crying about?” I insisted.“He calls them, ‘accidents,’ but. " What?!? What have you been waiting for since you were 10?" To get in your bed. To be your wife." But when you were ten you didn't know what husbands and wives did." All I knew was that I wanted to be your wife. To make you smile, so we can be happy together. Whatever it took." She kissed me again. "When I got older and found out what husbands and wives really did in bed, I wanted to do THAT with you. I did! And you know what? That's one of the reasons why I'm a virgin. If you would've showed. There were older men in raincoats, and a few younger guys, all looking for wank fodder. Of course, some had guilty expressions, red faces and others had indulged in some Dutch courage. Peter enjoyed flirting with the older punters, as he slipped their purchases into discreet brown paper bags. Trade was brisk that evening. “I think you’re good for sales, young Peter. Maybe I won’t cane your arse just yet,” Rick laughed. That night, young Peter was shown a lot of uncensored material, and ended up. 40 PM and got straight in the bathroom for bath and came out in 15 mins before the arrival of the car. I was in a Jeans and Top wear as were in periods. Mom came to the hall in tight transparent white hosiery slack, a short semi-netted pink Kurti (covering her half thighs) with half covering cups of black bra and semi-netted black panties under it. She had a high class makeup. Thru Mom’s slacks the panties linen was visible whenever she used to bend down. We both stuffed some clothes with us.