I feel sorry for her, but I don’t know how to help. I have taken myself out of the equation twice to no avail, I’m not sure what to do this time. ...he looks up and meets my eyes. “I’m going to leave Dom.” “Huh? What the hell are you talking about?” “Is this about last night because…”“Stop, this has nothing to do with you, or last night.” “Things haven’t been right for along time.” “ The night that the three of us spent together was the closest we have been to right in awhile…how fucked up is. " She is gone and then classical music is turned on...loud. I can hear nothing but the instruments filling every space of the room.My cock is again being stroked and I start to relax. Almost as soon as I do something cool dribbles down the crack of my ass. It's quickly stopped with some fingers which run it into my asshole. I begin to shake my head no which is greeted with a hard smack on the ass by a female hand. I can;'t tell if it's my wife or someone else.The fingers start rubbing and. Before she could begin to think about it any further, I went to the bench in front of her head and picked up a small ball-gag. "Kristy my slut," I whispered in her left ear, "I'm going to cover your mouth so you cannot scream during your final swats, but I'll make you a deal, too." At first she'd started to squirm but now waited impatiently to hear the deal. "I'll uncover your eyes and let you watch, but instead of talking you'll only be able to moan and groan." "OK," she answered without a. Sheila slapped her son across the face the sound of thehard impact reverberating through out the space of theroom.“No bitch, not this time!” he yelled at her.He slapped her back and his five foot-eleven inch frameknocked his smaller opponent to her knees. She wasdazed, but as she regained her senses she was filledwith a fierce anger and rose quickly to her feet.Sheila leapt like a lioness taking prey, her strongsharp nails peeling the flesh at the side of his facewhere blood sprang.