"What was I to do. I'd been a wife for 30 years with no job or money. My parents lived in another city and my sister was married and living abroad. I ...ad no real friends. My husband and children had been my life. If I went back to my parents I'd never see my children again. There had to be something I could do. Just then my husband came back into the kitchen. I told him this had to stop, that he couldn't do this to me. He left again and I heard him go upstairs. After awhile he returned with two. Sunday was spent doing homework, shopping, and then Sunday dinner with the family at the club.Now it was time for family dinner at 6:45 as usual. We always left at 6:15.I glanced at my watch as I headed upstairs to get ready. Four forty five. I had enough time, I hoped.I wrapped the towel around my head, and went to pick out an outfit while my AOL signed on.I decided on a tan, knee length skirt; a white halter top; some white, strappy sandals; and my brown purse to match the tie belt that fell. ’ His head bows he sits in the chair next to my desk. ‘Do you know what I found?’ He nods his head ‘no’. I take a mental note that he does not correctly answer me. Nodding is not an option when I directly question him. ‘Look.’ Raising his head slowly, looking at me, the computer screen, then me. He is terrified . His expression sends a thrill racing through me. ‘Mistress, please let me explain.’ His begging angers me. I stand and strike his face with a flat, broad palm. He is stunned but. It's the girls. But who's the third? Oh, shit! I bet I can guess.Sure enough, when I opened the door, I was immediately greeted by the smiling faces of Cookie and Candy, along with a girl I recognized from the home across the street, who must be Angie. I relaxed, slightly, glancing around quickly before inviting the girls inside.“Hi,” Candy said. “Wanna fuck? Oh, yeah. This is Angie. She wants her cherry popped, too.”I almost fell over at her blatant exclamation. Cookie smacked her on the arm.