Good... it looks like I might not have to Rape my dear Sister today, after all, but, we can only see." She tensed and started shivering at the mention...of me raping my Sister Kelly, then relaxed into total submission as she remembered the stakes. I held my Mother at arm's length for a few seconds before slamming her face to the floor and saying, "Now beg Mother dear! beg for what you serve!" There was a small whimper, then she stared directly back at me with her beautiful aquamarine eye's and. " Sure Connie, that sounds very nice."Just as Connie said, she was off work at ten and I followed her back to her place.I was happy to see a Baldwin grand piano in Connie's living room.While she was getting the coffee going I started to play Dylan's 'To Ramona.'I had assumed Connie knew how to play but she was just learning, her Mom had moved across the country and since her daughter expressed an interest in piano, her Mom left it to her.Connie was smiling as she carried a tray with coffee and. We married and immediately I lacked or didn’t have a lot of gratification, fulfillment at sex; he either would feel asleep on top of me while doing love or got home too late; soon some ideas came up to my mind about cheating my husband, but never dared, despite a thousand opportunities had showed up on the way: I can tell about the many instances in which I boarded an overcrowded bus and I got hard rods pressed to my ass, while riding this bus; they would give me their cell phone number. For a moment we looked at one another, eyes locked. He extended his arm, slowly, and offered me a glass of wine. Our hands did not touch as I accepted it, and for a moment relief washed over me as we began chatting in a friendly and easy manner. As the discussion wore on, we had crossed the room all the way to the foot of a wooden staircase leading up to the second floor. Distracted by his genuine questions and seeking the comfort of the small salon at the top of the stairs, I had led him up to.