That's how it went that night. I stayed active, he said inactive. Just like nothing had changed.Then, surprisingly, he spoke up, just as I was driftin... off to sleep. "Remember, dearest wife, tomorrow is a new day." Suddenly, I didn't feel much very sleepy. I laid beside him, muscles tense, as I imagined what was in store for me tomorrow. And all the tomorrows to follow.Nothing, not even my imagination, had prepared me for the morning of my first "tomorrow." He didn't have me cook him breakfast,. I removed the bra and put it with my jumper. Generally I am happy with my body, I am pretty fit, I have a flat stomach, my breasts are firm, very firm and judging from Jack’s face he liked what he saw. My nipples hardened in response and I felt juices start to flow in my quim. It was clear that Maureen wanted me to suffer the maximum embarrassment in front of everyone. “Remove your skirt, Alison.” I twisted the skirt round, undid the zip and let it fall to the carpet. I reached down and added. Marcy wasn't totally convinced that Jamal would actually shoot them, but there had been times as he was ravaging her body that she detected the hint of a man close to losing control. No, she argued to herself, she simply could not take the chance, and secondly, try as she might to deny it, Marcy was attracted to Jamal -- no, not his physical appearance and certainly not his demeanor as he had done nothing but denigrate her even while their bodies were throwing themselves together in total. She felt Doctor Rex's stuff oozing out of her cavity and down the inside of her long lean legs. It felt so strange because her husband had deprived her of liquid deposits for many years using condoms in all of her openings. He told her it was for contraception but she didn't think that was the real reason. She sort of suspected he was sleeping with his female employees at every opportunity and feared passing along some kind of STD to his life partner in a way that would expose his depraved.