Did I care? No, not really. I was not an insecure person and I knew Matt was always going to come home to me, it's just that he had this thing about t...ts.Summer arrived and the first bloom of my flowerbeds caused another change in my husband. For the first time in the five years since we had lived in the house I did not have to beg Matt to go out and "please cut the grass." Every Saturday and Sunday Matt would be out in the yard weeding the flowerbeds, cutting grass, trimming bushes and hedges. ‘It’s been so long, two years Erick since anyone has seen you. I didn’t know if you were dead or alive, or if you were ever coming home. Then Anika got the letter from Cal that you may be back in a few weeks, and –and I…’ She was crying now, her sobs tore through her, even as Erick’s hands smoothed over her back, soothing her ragged breaths. ‘I have been unable to come back before now Matilda. The threat to home was immense. It was only recently that our men were no longer needed and we were. This time I tried to fight it but to no avail. It was as if my arm belonged to someone else. I tried using all my willpower but I simply couldn't stop it. My arm went so far up in the air it was as if it wanted to lift me out of my seat. It stayed there for maybe thirty seconds before falling back down again. Once more I glanced anxiously at Sandra but, as with last time, she had her head down and was busy on her computer.I'm not ashamed to admit that, at this point, I was pretty scared. I. Well, in the situation they were in, he was sure he would feel more joy if the girl would struggle a little more.It made him wonder if this girl was maybe so into sex, that she even wouldn't mind them all fucking her. Sure, a struggling victim is sometimes more fun. Well, for his twisted mind at least. But on the other hand, if she would like this all, it would maybe reduce the risk of her going to the cops afterwards.So, he tried his luck and asked, "So, up for a quicky?"Sandra's facial.