The walls were full of celebrity posters, such as Tom Selleck, Madonna, Mel Gibson. In a corner of the room there was a couple of couches. I sat on a ...ouch and she sat on another.Today, Sahara seemed happier than yesterday."Are you enjoying yourself in our outings?" I asked."Yes, a little," she said."Is there something wrong?" I asked, a little concerned with her unsatisfied tone."Yes, you," she said."What is wrong with me?" I asked, feeling a little self-conscious."You are a wimp," she. That thought made me wonder again why I was cooperating with the captain. Why wasn't I fighting his every advance, screaming at his touch, spitting on his face when I got the chance? I decided it wasn't so much the punishment I feared, though I did dread the spankings and public exposure, but the lack of commitment on my part. I realized that I just didn't really care about my honor, or even the honor of my family. My father was a boor, really, not to speak ill of the dead. He was not much. I saw John arrive and knowing that he was the village lothario, and a very good one at that, thought that I should warn you that things in your marriage may well be about to change. I was about to confirm her suspicions and reassure her that we were both happy with the situation, when the wind blew open the bedroom door and we were both treated to the sounds and sights of torrid love-making. We pressed into the doorway for a better view and watched avidly until Margaret erupted to an even. I told her I wanted to watch her stand & pee, so she'd better spread her legs. I heard a 'tut' and told her it was pitch black & no-one could see. It was very exciting to think the neighbours backing onyo my property could be watching.I walked her into the house and straight to the shower where I gave her a nice lathery soaping down. She quite enjoyed it, and then I told her I was going to shave her pussy. To my surprise, she did not protest.Once done, I dried her and led her to the living room.