After a few hours we were laughing about some of the characters that used to go in the pub years ago and wondering what ever happened to them, I sugge...ted another round of drinks and so I turned around to face the bar and ask the landlady for another round, meantime I could hear Sarah say how happy she was to see Fred again and Fred replying so am I and then I heard back slapping as I guessed they were hugging each other.When I turned around to pass Sarah her drink she was leaning into Fred. Liz wondered what this included, and Kay said they often get clothes from catalogues to try on, and paint each others nails etc, just a bit of girly fun.Liz liked the idea of this and it was planned for a few weeks ahead, when everybody was free, and it also gave time to order clothes for them all to try on.On the day, Liz wore a short skirt and t-shirt, underneath she had a bra and tiny thong as usual, and off she popped with her bags of clothes and a bottle of wine.As usual, when they met Kay. He put the collar and chain around my neck and a small butt-plug in my asshole.With a marker, he wrote: “Sasti randi” on my forehead for which I thanked him.When the old man pulled me, I crawled with him. Daddy sat on the sofa and abused me calling me a cheap slut, whore, rand, and much more. I was getting horny and horny.Daddy told me to say, “thank you, daddy” after every pleasure he gives me.Now daddy pulled my chain and asked me to open my mouth wide and then he spat into my mouth for 3. But it had been good lust. For the first three years they had fucked and sucked, hard and fast and as often as circumstances had allowed, then for the next six they had made love. Slow, gentle passionate, loving, love. Oh they had fucked and sucked, but predominantly they had made love. Again as often as circumstances would allow. But for the last three years, nothing. She looked up and smiled as her husband touched her lightly on the shoulder.“Hey babe, you okay?” he whispered.Ginny nodded..