There are no complexities anymore. Life is simple after all.They have finished their lunch and stand up. I try to stand up, but my legs will not hold ...e up. Robert helps me stand. "You know what you must do now?" He asks me. "Yes sir" I answer. As they move to the living room for coffee, I descend into the dungeon. I must see to all the details myself.The dungeon is cool again. The ventilation system has removed all traces of the morning's activities. I collect my thoughts. The first thing is. I was glad Mom got creative. Em even got a sock on my left foot and laced my Keds over it. I had a boot sock over the toes on my right foot so they wouldn’t get cold. Dad got me in my chair and rolled me out the front door and down to his van.We went to church.Church was different than I remembered. V1 went to a small conservative church near South Bend. Not, thank God, a radical fundamentalist church, but one that still believed in salvation and public commitment. The church V3 went to in Fort. ”“Sounds like a capital idea. The Gentleman’s Club?” asked Dominic.“The Gentleman’s Club it is. Lead on Alfonse,” announced Mark.The two husbands left as their wives continued to debase themselves in the oily ring. With a solid grip on each other’s hair, Barbara and Teresa rolled about on the mat screaming insults at each other. Neither could get a solid advantage on the other. Barbara was maintaining her modesty, but Teresa’s skirt was bunching up at the waist exposing the olive hues of her. Her bulging outer lips were pushed in with this action and thick, clear juice slicked up around Liv's knuckles. Liv then started to pound rapidly at Stella's sex making her labia swirl and bulge as she fingered her with alarming intensity. Stella began to wail, her back arching from the floor as Liv finger fucked her. Just as this seemed to have reached maximum power I saw Liv ram home the third finger of her hand into Stella's tight little arse. This brought a mighty scream from her and she.