’ ‘Why don’t I come over there instead then. I’ll even cook you dinner before taking you to bed this time.’ The machine suddenly stopped rec...rding, and I wasn’t sure if she’d hung up on Ty or what. All I knew was that my beloved wife, the woman I’d loved faithfully, hopelessly for the past nine years, was cheating on me. And with a black man! I fell heavily back onto the sofa and realized I was shaking. With anger. From shock. From…everything. It wasn’t that I was necessarily a racist, not. In his short life Bill did manage to achieve both those goals though.But Bill -- I'm sure -- had always believed that he'd return wearing his gallantry medals; unlike his father, whose medals were displayed on a little shrine in the family home.Alice came into the picture when Bill and I were about ten years old. His Royal Highness George Arnold had always lived at the vicarage, -- the house on the south side of my parents house – well, the Arnolds had lived there as long as I could remember. ”“I wouldn’t need to sneak into your suite to see you change,” Joseph noted. “Many of the suites have places to peek from the passages.”“Untrue!” Julia declared.“True,” Joseph countered.“We inspected every portion of the walls and the floors searching for the opening,” Julia told him. “We found none. Where is it?”“I don’t recall,” Joseph admitted. “I never saw the rooms from the opposite side of the wall. But I am almost positive that each room up there had a place to see into the room – and to. You can now go back to fucking each other.” She looked at Julie as the way cleared and the disappointed guys and girls walked away. “Oh, yes. I need a shower for the slut. Which way is that?”Rachel said she would show her. Jenn took the camera back and got some great shots of Julie totally covered in cum and piss before we untied her. She didn’t move when we did. At least not until Jenn said, “Get up you old whore. You are disgusting. You need to get clean.”Then Julie stood up very slowly. Her.