’ ‘That would be nice,’ Mrs. Givens grumbled, urging her bulk forward. ‘Now, I don’t make it as good as my mom,’ Elise warned, getting dow... an extra mug. ‘Well, I’ve never had your mother’s coffee so I wouldn’t know,’ Mrs. Givens grumbled. Elise bit back the retort, she was being polite, neighborly to the miserable old woman, but the woman was not making hospitality come easy. ‘What you take in it?’ Elise asked. ‘Cream and sugar please,’ Mrs. Givens said, easing her bulk into a chair. ‘Me too,’. Maybe she deserved to see that she couldn't take him for granted. After the way she had treated him, she deserved to have him at least toy with the idea of fucking another woman. That would show her good."Sure," Mark told her. He signaled the tender to re-fill Niven's glass."Suppose you tell about how tough things get at the office," Niven said, seeing that Mark was a little too flushed to say much of anything.Mark smiled, feeling more and more comfortable. He took a healthy pull of his own. .. You immediately start verbally bashing me, ordering that I explain myself and my perverse actions... I can only look at the floor with my pre-cum dripping erection subsiding from embarrassment. You stand there shaking your head knowing that I MUST be punished for being such a filthy little horn-dog while you were away. Standing in the doorway, still sweaty from your workouts, with your hands on your hips, you order me to get down on my knees beneath you. I bolt across the room like a prize. I thought that it was odd that he was not home by 7:30, but figured he went out with the boys for some fun. I was fuming over that. We had made plans for a special evening together. He had promised to fulfill one of my many fantasies. That is why it stood to reason that he would rather be hanging out with his buddies than me.As I stomped up the porch stairs, I thought I heard a noise in the house, like something dropping. As I fumbled with my keys in an attempt to open the door, I noticed the.