” You sound disappointed and I can’t bring myself to look up at you so I look at her instead. She watches you walk around the bed towards her. You...take her face in your hands as you kiss her, tasting my juices on her lips.“Good girl,” you say to her. I’m hit with intense jealousy; I’m your good girl, not her. I get the feeling that you said it just to add to the punishment I know I’m about to receive.“Lie down,” you tell her.She obeys immediately and I watch you climb on top of her, kissing her. They were out for the evening so I suspected they also wanted to give me ‘the talk’, for a good ten minutes there was an uncomfortable silence, then ‘the talk’ took place. I promised that I would treat their daughter with respect. Once her parents left, Izzy and I enjoyed a meal of pizza and chips and settled down to watch a couple of movies. Then we talked about college, friends and life in general. Neither of us made a move on each other. Then it came to bedtime, we were to sleep in separate. His voice hadn’t changed at all. Twelve years hadn’t made a dent in anything, as she heard. She covered the handset, and took a deep breath. ‘Is anyone there? Can I help you?’ Finally, her voiced cracked. ‘Hey…Dean. It’s me, Maggie…Maggie Rainey.’ She rolled her eyes at her own voice…it sounded so far away. So distant. And she imagined him sitting there, rolling through a mental Rolodex of women, both business and pleasure, trying to put a name with a face. So, she almost choked at his. Maggie is aware of one of them kneeling behind her between her feet, their breath on her ass. Fingers part her ass-crack, she feels a tongue licking her asshole, thats new she thought, no-ones done that before. Then the tongue worms its way inside it, she goes up on her tiptoes, the long tongue expertly thrills her, she judders in anticipation. While Tim plays with her ass, Anthony takes a basting brush and gently brushes her breasts and nipples. The contrast with the previous misuse thrills.