My days of hanging aroundthe flat and reading are over. I've read more in the last two weeks thanI did over the last year. Julia tried to get me to go...out but I haven'tbeen able to make myself. Today I have to.I look at myself in the big mirror in our bedroom. The black skirt isn'tshort, which I am grateful for, but it does feel tight and restrictive.Julia says it is probably for the best; it'll stop me sitting with mylegs wide open and giving the boys a show. That doesn't make me feel. One was a little bigger so I peeked under it. Sure enough, there was another, smaller manila envelope with a regular white one taped to the front. I knew the routine this time and opened the white one.There were two pages of folded stationery. I started reading Michelle’s neat handwriting, “Sweetheart, I’ve read the stories you’ve published and noticed one thing over and over again. You enjoy being jealous of other men with me. If you actually waited a week from the first envelope, you know. And even though I hadn’t fully recovered I immediately followed his order and got up on my knees with my chest and face on the bed and my ass stuck high in the air with my knees spread wide apart.Tommy grabbed a hand full of ass cheek in each hand and pulled them apart. His tongue found its mark and gave my rose bud a little tickle.“Mmm ... that’s it ... yeah...” I moaned without fully realizing what he was doing just yet.He pressed on my asshole and his tongue slipped in. I gasped “Oh Tommy. I told her, with a big smile, that I might, but wouldn’t promise. We laughed together.As I was sitting back down at my desk, my mobile phone pinged to advise receipt of an incoming text – it was from Joan – please would I ring her when I had a few minutes. I was able to ring her immediately. She advised that Mrs Jones had called from the school and wanted to talk to me. Joan had explained that I would probably be too busy so she was happy to help. Mrs Jones eventually, after some coaxing from.