She knows that ever since my ultra-brief and forgettable marriage of a few decades past, I have lived alone in my four-story three-bedroom townhouse i... Midtown Manhattan. I assume that in deference to her son’s upstate innocence and delicate sensibilities, she is scouting out the territory regarding the possibility of my being ‘shacked up’ with someone.A quick check of the single body indentation in my pillow and mattress would have confirmed my status at that time was decidedly lover-less and. What skilled hand had crafted these buildings and painted the scenery? The delicacy of the detail was amazing.My glasses weren't enough. I found the old magnifying glass David used on his stamp collection and moved another lamp near the desk. Then, I could see there were a few people on the sidewalk. One of them wore a red and black plaid wool hunting jacket and matching cap with ear-flaps, just like David had when I first met him. Seeing that miniscule figure on the tiny sidewalk in front. Neither of them wanted to use the flogger on me, but I convinced them that it was okay to put the leather handle inside me and fuck me with it. So I'm thinking that I may want to bring it on Saturday so the guys can get a little kinky with me… if that’s okay with you…” “Sure, baby, whatever you want to do is okay with me.” “… great… now would you do me a favor please, my love?” “Yes, baby… whatever you want.” “What I want is for you to fuck me hard and use me rough… I'm not quite ready to stop. He dropped me off at the house about ten that morning. I saw Jill's car in the driveway and figured she and my wife had gone shopping. I took a shower and went into my son's room to work on his stereo. I guess I fell asleep. The front door closing woke me up. I heard Sherrie and Jill coming down the hall. I was going to let them know I was home early but they went into our bedroom and closed the door. That's when I decided to find out what was going on.I stayed in my son's bedroom until I heard.