Without Becca there, the house was beginning to become a pig sty.Now, I had never "cleaned" before. I didn't know much about it. So, Itried using the ...acuum on the carpets and I tried to make sure that allof trash was picked up--you know, the easy stuff. It didn't really helpme to cope, but it was something to do.It never occurred to me before, but the office had never called. I'dbeen gone now for four days, and surely they would have noticed by now.According to Becca's instructions, I had been. You didn’t wake me. It was time for me to get up ... and get up you. Nice lube job. I didn’t marry you because you were virginal.”She was in no rush for another orgasm and the slippery condition of her pussy didn’t rush me either. I’d gotten a good piece of her late last night anyway. She queried, “Why DID you marry me anyway?”She knew the answer but loved to ask that question, especially when we were having an extra-sexy screw, like my getting fresh seconds.My short answer was, “Because you. I can't wait to put you in your place, bimbo!" She lunged at Jordan, tangling her hands in her hair, driving her knee into her crotch. Jordan emitted a loud, startled shriek as Barocca's knee made painful contact. "Ooh! A floorshow!" said Kristal. "Go ahead and take out your frustrations on each other, you two. Just be sure to leave enough of Barocca for Rhiannon, Jordan." Jordan's knees buckled and she gasped for breath. Barocca yanked her by the hair forward to the floor. She. “Now” I continued, “I do love that you fuck other men… ““You do?” she genuinely asked.“Of course, I do” I replied, “Just look at how excited I become... I simply ask that you tell me all of the details after.”“But what about YOU? She asked. “Are you really getting what it is that you need?”“I’m getting exactly what I need” I replied with a smile, “and perhaps even a bit more.”“What does THAT mean?” she asked, with a cross between a playful ask sprinkled with a hint of concern. “Are YOU fucking.