'Fuck me Sophie sweetheart', I moaned out loudly, 'Fuck me baby', and I held her body tightly as my hips bucked hard against her inserted thigh, I rol...ed them to crush my clitoris as I heaved up and down he thigh length, 'Me too baby', she gasped as I brought my own thigh in hard against her cunt.We were dirty mouthing and humping, when I noticed old holy-Joe, her fucked-up excuse of a father, standing in the doorway, jacking-off watching us, 'That's it Sophie', I moaned, letting him have his. ?I will skin you alive?. Soon her whole body was a mass of red welts. She was dripping with sweat and her wet blonde hair was matted across her face. Tears were rolling down her face as she locked her wills against that of her master. Mr. Munroe paused for a moment. He was determined to break her will. ?Karen?, he commanded. The frightened sales assistant immediately rushed and knelt. She had no love lost for her competitor but she was frightened why . Mr. Munroe would summon her. ?Strip? his. She could do what she wanted and I would too. The only rule was she had to be discrete. I did not want to find out who she was fucking and I wouldn’t tell her who I was. It wasn’t a modern “open marriage.” It was more like the military in the 90’s—”Don’t ask, and don’t tell.”In early 1976 MaryAnn’s mother moved in with us. I never got along with her, but I maintained a wary truce with old slutty bitch. She really had no choice about moving in as she was diagnosed with the big “C” and there was. Lying in my arms again she asked if I thought she was doing the right thing in marrying Tony, I didn’t know what to tell her, I stroked her hair as I thought this over, then I told her, I couldn’t answer that for her, only she could know that, “But I need help. I do love him in my own way, but now you’ve shown me there is more to laying back opening my legs and letting him shove his cock in me, cum and turn over and go to sleep, I need to be sure about this” just then the door bell rung, I.