Barbie read the headlines and hoped that Peter had nothing to do with this tragedy. She shook her head. She hoped that Willy would never ask her to do...anything like he had. Twice Peter had – done it with her. She was married now and she couldn't allow it to happen to her again. She would have been surprised to know that the number of men she had dallied with was not the figure she thought it was.Later that day, Ken and Barbara sat with her parents. Dinner was a mild celebration. Steven and. ’ ‘So you predicted my husband would be unfaithful?’ ‘No more than I predicted mine would, Cath. No more than you can predict now that your daughter’s one day will or won’t. You might end up sponsoring her. If and when my boys get married, I might end up sponsoring my daughters-in-law. Marriage is a roll of the dice.’ ‘I don’t know about this, Kyra. Frankly, this ‘It’s for the children’ stuff sounds kind of trite.’ Kyra sat back and appraised me. I was afraid I had offended her. Then I saw a. He contemplated a better way of discussing the issue, but remembered that this was her space. He wasn't going to start a philosophical argument on this topic here, where she slept and -- when the mood suited her -- made love to Carlton, simply for pleasure's sake.He went to his own bedroom a few doors down the hall, changed out of his work suit, donned something a bit more comfortable -- loose slacks and a button up shirt -- and headed to the White House's basement.There, he greeted the Guard. ?Is that good, slut?? All Saracould muster was a nod and a moan, and at this Ms Davies laughed. ?Is my littlewhore enjoying this? Do you like the feel of a real woman touching you?? AgainSara moaned. She had no idea what was happening, but this pain felt good. Itfelt incredible. In a flash, Ms Davies was behind her. ?Bend for me, slut.? Wilfully, Sarabent over, thrusting her ass into the air. Her heart was racing. She didn'tknow how, but she loved this woman using her and controlling her, yet.