.. they wouldn’t make a mistake about something like that!” She retorted.“Who bloody says they wouldn’t? They claim that I was in Las Vegas an... I’ve never been to the bleedin’ place in my life. Look here, where are the entry and exit stamps for the USA on my passport?” I said waving the document under her nose.Just for an instant, there was a look of doubt in Katie’s eyes. But then just as quickly, the look of distain returned.“What, do you think I’m stupid or something? You must have used your. She was now lying on her front. Her back didn’t have any writing on- and looking at the time he realised he didn’t have time. He lifted her arse and shifted her knees up so she was kneeling. Carrie moved so she was laying down again. He tutted‘Have you not learnt your lesson slut? You do what i tell you to- or you get this’ He lifted his hand up ‘Im going to fuck your virgin ass’ She shook her head -as much as she could do- and pleaded through the tape. ‘HA! I don’t give a fuck if you want it. " I say, watching her hook the camera to the TV, as I enter the living room."Why?" She asks, turning to me. "What's wrong?" She asks, panic creeping into her voice. "I knew about Nicole, didn't I? We did stuff together, didn't we? Oh God! What kind of perverted mother am I?" She cries, burying her head in her hands, leaving wires dangling from the video camera."No! Maggie! Look at me!" I say, pulling her hands away from her face and lifting her chin. "Nothing like that!" I tell her. "I'm sorry. I rushed through my dinner and eventually she brought the conversation around to the box. She said that one of the reasons she had taken a few days leave was that she had put in an order and needed to be home to receive it. She ordered me to open it and take out all the items. What was inside it was a bit of a shock. There was book entitle ‘how to be the perfect cuckoldress’ which my wife said would teach her more about the lifestyle. She told me to flick through it quickly as it would explain.