“I thought you understood, Betty. When I ask a question – you answer! Now – is that how you wanked your husband?”“Y….y….yes. I didn’t ...ike doing it but when he wanted me too……I….like this……” Her voice was low. She hated discussing anything to do with sex. Too bad. I wanted to talk about it and she would do as she was told.“Hold it properly. The most sensitive place is here,” I moved her hand so her thumb rested just where I wanted it. “Now, like this,” I put my large male hand over her. She had plain brown hair, and dark brown eyes. There was nothing remarkable about her figure, she weighed probably around 140... but those tits! They were just so damn perky, it was incredible to me that they could be so big and stand out so straight. I had a hard time not staring at them during most of our conversations.I ended the conversation. The sheer fakery of it all was making me sick. She was making me sick. I walked out of the kitchen when I heard a knock on the door. I went to answer. "Stop it right now," Jessica commanded. "We don't need to be collecting every useless piece of—"James swung towards her sharply, "Shut the fuck up."He held up the light cover and unzipped the light plastic sheeting pulling it wide to show additional supplies held in place in the foam, "Look you stupid bitch! Spare batteries for the flashlight, a signaling mirror, water pouches, and half our fucking flares!"Jessica flushed, and started to say, "Listen, you—"James slapped her and she backed away. We’re being offered a great opportunity. I say we take it and ‘To hell with them all!’.’ Stan was silently communicating. He sought guidance from the same place he always did, and wasn’t disappointed. Finally, he said, ‘Okay. I have misgivings. But I don’t think staying at The Firm is a good bet for much longer. Besides, I’m going horribly stale there, and I know it. So, let’s do it!’ – – – – – – – – – – The following Monday, March the 19th, Stan and Denise travelled up with Anne. Their.